Chapter 89

Anger has taken a hold of me, an intense, burning sensation that courses through my veins and boils in my stomach.

No words can accurately explain the outrage consuming me. My fists clench at my sides, and all rational thought has been replaced by pure rage. This is not like me; I'm usually quite gentle and composed - but right now, I feel anything but calm.

How could they possibly do something like this to me? I am left speechless by Lowell's cruel schemes, taking my father and the members of my tribe as hostages simply to draw me into their ritual. There is no denying that it was an act of terror, one that completely shattered my sense of peace. I barely have enough strength left in me to contain the rage bubbling away inside - how can someone be so willing to go so low just for some kind of power?

Right now I just want to get up and go, escape this feeling of being stuck. When I was thinking about it earlier, I was torn about staying or leaving. But none of that matters anymore; at