“She has a wolf,” Tyson told him. Ryker clicked his tongue before nodding to Jacob in front of me.
“No, you can’t, Dad. He did nothing wrong.”
“He betrayed the pack, Lucy.”
“Like you wouldn’t if it was mom.”
“No, I wouldn’t. I would have sought fucking help if our roles were reversed. He made a stupid decision that could have cost your life.”
“I will go with them, Lucy,” Mitchell said, touching my arm. Ace growled at him but didn’t do anything.
“What will you do to him?” I asked.
“Avery is on her way. She will get in their heads and see who is telling the truth and who isn’t. If what he claims is true, then I will think of letting him go home. Argue with me, Lucy, and I will banish him.”
“Melana?” I asked.
“Josie said she left the City. We have no idea where she is,” Jacob said, and Mitchell slipped out from behind me.
“It’s fine, Lucy. Avery will see, okay?” Mitchell said, kissing my temple before stopping next to Jacob.
“You two, I will deal with later,” Ryker told them, walking back to the car. Mitchell hesitantly got in, and I went to go with him when Tyson grabbed me, tossing me over his shoulder.
Chapter seventy
“Notachance.Youare staying here,” Tyson said, turning and heading for the house.
“Put me down. I can fucking walk Tyson,” I told him, but he ignored me, and Ace glared at the car as it left. When he turned around, Tyson was climbing the steps, and Ace turned to look at me.
“I liked it better when you weren’t an asshole,” I muttered.
“I have always been an asshole, Lucy, just not to you,” Tyson snapped before depositing me on the couch. Ace walked in, locking the door.
“What were you thinking?” Ace snapped at me while Tyson wandered to the kitchen and turned the kettle on.
“Helping my friend?” I snapped back at him.
“You chose your friend over us, you fought us for him, and you what? Tyrant fucking hurt you? Did you think of what that would mean for Tyson you jumping in like that?”
“He didn’t do anything wrong, Ace. Like you can judge him. You would have done the same thing,” I told him, stepping up.
“We were not judging him, Lucy. He betrayed you, that’s it. Nothing to judge when he handed himself in. You are the worst judge of character. Think with your fucking head, Lucy. What is to say that he won’t do it again, for this so-called mate?” Tyson bellowed.
“I know him, Tyson. Mitchell wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Just like Josie or your teacher. Your judgment of them was pretty fucking wrong too,” Tyson said. I blinked at him, taking a step back.He did not just say that.
“Shit, Lucy, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then how did you mean it, Tyson? Because what you said can only mean one thing in my eyes. I have questioned that fucking day and my actions over and over again. I don’t need you questioning me too,” I yelled at him. He stepped around the counter, but I held up my hand, not wanting him near me.
“But you got one thing right. I am the worst judge of character because I thought you were better and knew better than that. Of all the people, you were the one I least expected to say something like that,” I told him before storming out.
“Lucy, I didn’t mean—” I ignored him, heading to the room to grab some clothes. Tears pricked at the edge of my vision. I blamed myself enough for everything that was going on, and that would have hurt less if he had just slapped me.Do they think I don’t know all this mess is because of me? And now they throw it in my face. Emotion choked me as I headed to the bathroom.
“Lucy, I don’t think he meant it,” Lucille told me, and it was weird feeling her anger and hurt on top of mine. It felt heavy, oppressing.
“He still said it, and he was right. I knew something was off, and I ignored my instincts. I didn’t think he would try to do that, though,” I whispered to her as I turned the shower on.