Rosalie's POV
My fists clenched by my side the vile the seer gave me biting into my skin. As much as I wasn't directly involved in Max’s abduction I couldn't help but feel responsible.
Everyone looked at me in some type of way like I was a traitor. I knew Sia would be regretting her choice to keep me alive.
“Don't worry about it” Giveon tried to convince me with a smile that didn't meet his eyes.
He looked tense, his comrades life was on the line here but because of what he believed in that werewolves could get along together with humans he still tried to make me comfortable.
I nodded trying to pacify finding a spot on the ground to rest on. The possibilities were numerous.
It's our surprise element that would help this plan through. I was useless going along with them.
I didn't know anything about the pack walls and I couldn't help fight if it came to that.
I had to help them somehow, Nathan's voice resonated in my head. If only I could speak to him again.
“It's not working, the con
