Chapter Twenty-Seven

Averson’s POV

The atmosphere of the room shifts and darkens as I continue to recount my experience at the hands of the rebellion. I got into details that may or may not be necessary, but I want them to be prepared for the type of people they are going to be dealing with. I know this is why Marcel insisted I come here. He tempted me with the prospect of winning back what the rebellion had cost me, but things haven’t exactly gone as planned on that front.

Hunter has been understandably hostile and unbending in his poor opinion of me. I have given him the distance Imelda advised, but judging by his reception of me this evening, that may very well blow up in my face. He probably thinks I couldn’t care less, which is about as far from the truth as you could get.

It is my fervent hope that hearing what I have to say now, will help him to see that it was never my choice or intention to disappear from his or his mother’s life. The rebellion cost me my freedom, my pack and most importantly,