CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

Noah's Pov

Jacob had been a member of the Elders of Old, and stood the only one still living even after their era. Up until the day of Myra's execution.

The laws too hadn't seem to die in his mind, as he was still holding the hatred for Omega's in his soul. He was still hell bent on erasing their people from the face of the earth.

I had my hand still in my palms as Danny cried at the cruelty. And I cried too.

The cruelty suffered by innocents at the hands of people who were afraid and envious. The evil metted out on a pack all wiped out by a nation who wanted everyone within a threshold.

And sought to kill anyone who even unintentionally exceeded it.

I remembered Jacob's mad glare at seeing the mark on Myra's neck, how he immediately wanted her inexistence, and would have loved it on the spot. He still believed in the danger the Omegas posed, and wanted to play the hero, even if aged, and even if it meant killing a young girl.

And it made me sick.

I remembered his vicious disapprov