Chapter 35

*Poppy*

I sat stiff as a board. My knees were knocking together from the stress, and my palms were sweating like never before. I felt as if from that day on, from that moment on, not only my life but the lives of others would change, and it would depend only on me, whether for good or for foul. I haven't felt like that even the day I asked the King for help.

'Breathe,' Iris advised, sending her support, although she was in worse shape than me.

'Breathe, breathe.' I repeated to myself, closing my eyes and inhaling the air.

When I opened my eyes, I still had before me a huge white hall filled with benches for petitioners. At the end of the hall, large dark oak doors looked at me ominously. Behind them, I would stand face to face with my fears, the Werewolf Council, and Seamus himself.

I glanced at the folder with documents I had gathered thanks to Tanner and placed them on my lap, holding them in my grip, afraid that this evidence would disappear or become insufficient. This was my nigh