Echoes of Blame

Cassia Rowe

The heaviness in my chest felt like it might crush me as I paced in my room. I hadn’t meant to come here—hadn’t planned to run—but the accusing stares and murmurs from the pack were too much. And now, the walls of this place, cold and unfeeling, seemed to close in on me.

Gideon was stable. That should’ve brought me relief, but it didn’t. Not when I could still see the blood pooling ben