Chapter 128

HAZEL

The Guard was carrying Angus’s body over his shoulder—showing no mercy or remorse. It was a job, and he did it and something tells me he was happy about it. Werewolves and humans don’t co-exist. We don’t help each other or like each other—we don’t even tolerate each other. At least that was the rule. Darian stood still staring at me when the Guard passed him.

“Why did you say no?”

I don’t know. The word slipped from my lips like it was an exhale, two letters could do a lot of damage but I don’t even know why I said it.

Angus’s arms hung limply down the guard’s back and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Hazel,” he grabbed my chin and turned my head till I averted my eyes and locked them with his.

“I don’t know,” my voice was a hushed tone, I could barely hear it myself so I cleared my throat and swallowed.

“I don’t know,” I repeated louder and more confident.

Darian searched my face, his lips parted like there were words on the ti