CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
TYLA Point of View
I followed the messenger out of the room, Jessica by my side. We walked in silence. I could already guess what this meeting would be about. When I stole glances at Jessica, I noticed her fear as well. It seemed like she also had it figured out. Yet, none of us said anything about it. I could not believe that I had been reduced to this. In a pack that I once ruled with iron fist. As we entered the throne room, I saw the elders seated at the front. Jonathan was seated gracefully on his throne. I didn't know why I suddenly felt anger seething through my veins when I set my eyes on him. I wished that he had died back in his room. Even though I scared me what the elders would do to Jessica and I, I was still ready to face killing him, then argue about just the attempt to kill him. Jonathan turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of anger and frustration burning in them. The elders nodded at us to take our seats. Jessica and I exchanged a
