Chapter 22: Tell Tale

Jenna/Sr. Claire

"Such a refreshing memory, right Jenna?" The man named Ambrose said and deviously smiles at me. "And that is why you are here today Jenna. Poor soul. Rejected by its only family and pack. The second option to her mate....oh poor Jenna. Can't imagine what you went through." He chuckles at me.

No sympathy nor guilty or sadness is shown in his expression when saying those words but just a scornful face. The devil is mocking Jenna. I don't want to believe any of his words and I refuse to accept every piece of evidence they present before me.

However, the bastard brought in an old poor woman. These people are true monsters with no respect or compassion for anyone. They are beyond saving. I can see it through Ambrose's eyes.

At first, I thought I could change his mind but he never bothers to show any humanity in him. He and his followers are people I cannot be able to save because they are people whose minds are filled with nothing but pure darkness.

"Oh shut up witch"