Chapter 11 — Do You Hate Me That Bad?

• He looked at my side and put out his hand at me to take it. I hesitated before holding onto his hand. The pool of wolves’ blood flooded the ground. Their organs and intestines made me nauseous. I can’t believe I have to go through this. If I don’t walk through this blood in front of the pack. My name gets tagged as a coward. Gifford and I stood before the streams of blood, waiting for the sky to get darker before we began.
• My stomach twisted a little.
• I felt uneasy. I don’t know, but I just want to leave here. The whole thing to get done. Surprisingly, Gifford’s hand on mine felt a little comforting. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I couldn’t help it.