Chapter Fifty Six

SIENNA

My fists ached. I was positive that my knuckles must have been bruised but regardless I still went on punching anyway. Training was the only thing that I ever really did to occupy myself these days. It was a kind of reprieve from the self hatred that I seemed to be drowning in. My chest heaved up and down heavily as I tried to catch my breath. Everything was exhausting and tiring.

Dad wouldn't talk to me, Benjamin avoided me like the plague and the only thing that was normal was Clara's occasionally taunting and even at that, she was strangely being nice and accommodating. Maybe she could sense that I was going through more than enough fire now.

We held a burial for the people that died. Some of the people in the pack looked at me differently and it was quite impossible to miss the accusation in their eyes. It was almost as if I was a traitor and in a way I was. They needed me and I had left them to fight alone. I had left them to fend for themselves. I wondered how they wou