The Wicked Games we play for love
“Do you mean to tell me you'd rather be his puppets forever?”
“Do you mean to kill him?” the second hesitant wolf asks, the word hanging heavily in the air.
“Let’s vote first on whether he needs to be removed,” Calian barks. “Then we can set the details.”
Under the intense pressure of the room, the two wolves reluctantly raise their hands. Troy takes careful note of their faces, logging their hesitation into her memory. Interesting.
Around her, another girl still holds her hand in the air to conform, but her free hand clutches her stomach tightly as she stares down at the floorboards, her breathing shallow. That makes three people in this room who are opposed to this vote internally. Three c