Chapter 24 Weird Drink

• I slipped out of the dining hall, smothering the tears that threatened to fall at any moment. I'd long since learned to hide my pain from the pack. It didn't mean I was immune to it or that it hurt any less. I'd almost fucking died, and that was terrifying all on its own. This was the first time I had hesitated to act, and because of it, I'd lost my friend.
• Saint was turning the alphas against me; that much was clear now. Lucas said he hadn't believed their accusations, but in his grief for his sister, he'd changed his mind. What had they told him I'd done? My legs faltered, and I reached for the wall to steady myself. Strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me from the ground.
• "Put me down. I can walk," I growled, and Saint snorted against my ear. Eryx settled in beside us as we moved through the empty halls toward the living quarters. Nausea churned through me, and I hated the weakness of my body from my near-death experience. It wasn't even the first time I'd felt fingers skim over my heart, threatening to remove it. It was, however, the only time I'd needed my beta to intervene.