Chapter 696: It's Not Real
Sophia stood at the edge of the hall, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she could physically hold in the disgust rising through her chest. It did not work. Nothing could have worked in that moment because the words still echoed around her, bouncing off the walls and settling into her bones like something toxic.
These people were supposed to be rulers.
The Enclave. The body that stood for what was right. The institution that was meant to watch over their kind, to represent them, to protect them when the world turned cruel.
But these people...they spoke with cruelty in their voices as they discussed taking lives that were not their own. They talked about the Nightshade Pack like it was a problem to be eliminated, not a community of people who had suffered and survived and built something worth protecting.
And what annoyed Sophia most—what truly made her blood burn—was the way they spoke as though the Enclave had ever done anything to help.
