Chapter Thirty

Klaire's POV

My heart was heavy when I finally reached our quarters, thankful that Sofia is nowhere because I want to gather myself first. I set the bag I had with me with a sigh and sat on my bed.

I tried to ease the overwhelming grief and sympahty I feel for the Outcasts. For everyone's lives, but what can we do when they have made up their minds? When they are ready to die for everyone's sake.

Will it though? If they are to walk to their deaths, will it really change the future? Will Omegas no longer be servants to other packs? Will the council treat us right? What if nothing changes? What if their sacrifices will only be in vain?

I sighed for the nth time and massaged my heart to comfort myself somehow. I am no longer crying, but my heart is still breaking. And I feel like I left a piece of me back there.

I was in the middle of my self-pity when the door was harshly thrown open and it almost separated from its hinges. Not a second passed and Zella came in.

"Father and Leonel'