CHAPTER FORTY -NINE
TYLA Point of View
After the meeting with the elder, we headed for the packhouse. The moment we stepped inside, there was Jonathan waiting for us. His dark eyes burned with fury, his posture rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and for the first time that night, I felt a flicker of regret. Jessica and I stopped dead in our tracks after few steps past the entrance, our bodies filled with anxiety, waiting for him to speak. "Where were you?" He asked, his voice controlled yet filled with burning rage. Neither of us spoke a word. We couldn't tell him what transpired between Elder Orion and us. His lips curled in irritation. "Don't you dare play games with me, did you go to see Damon?" Jessica and I exchanged a surprised look. We couldn't deny it now. "Yes", we said in unison. His nostrils flared, his chest rising with uneven breath. For a second, I expected him to lash out, to strike one of us like he always does. But he didn't. Instead he let out a col
