Chapter 57 - Prophecy

Oliver POV:

My body is fuming with rage, I slam my fist in a wall in anger, all eyes are on me and I couldn’t care less.

‘He’s gone.’ My brother’s words are resonating in my ears, my brain cannot make sense of anything. I feel anger at my own foolishness.

How could I have been so stupid?

There must be someone that has some type of information about the witch boy, and where else can you find all the packs if not here, celebrating my fucking nightmare, dancing on my dire misery.

I try to keep my mind clear and my rage in place despite the strong emotions I am experiencing, but it’s not working. Before I could conceive a strategy, my impulse and my despair get the best of me, I begin interrogating all the guests, asking if whether or not they knew Jasper’s identity or where to find him.

Some seem annoyed by my inquiries, but most of them appear to be actually worried, making promises to provide assistan