Chapter 37: The Tribunal

“I love him, Aunt Addie,” I told her as we sat at Denhurst’s kitchen table later that evening. Everyone except for Lily and Ash had gone. "And Grey loves me. It’s torture being apart.”

“I knew from the beginning there was something special between you.” Aunt Addie patted my hand. “But Grey is correct about the animosity toward him from many of my generation of shifters. They still need someone to blame for not having the life they wanted over the last sixteen years.”

“It’s not fair,” I protested. “He was just a little boy when it happened. How could it be his fault?”

“It wasn't his fault,” Aunt Addie agreed. “But there are people who need to blame somebody else for anything missing in their lives that they feel should be theirs. They’ll hate the easiest scapegoat they can find, or the individual they’re told to hate by others. Unfortunately, in this case, it’s Grey.”