Gareth’s cold, indifferent eyes widened slightly, shock flashing across them as he muttered.
“Freya…”
I turned away and left.
Inside my room, finally alone, I collapsed. Trembling, I relived every moment of humiliation. My mind spun like a storm.
With shaky fingers, I looked to see if there were terrible news about today’s event or about my exposed body. I braced myself to be mocked by everyone.
Then, something happened.
There was an anonymous letter.
[No pictures. No traces. No reports… Not a single word will leak. Those who wronged you today—remember their faces. They will pay their debt in blood.]
My tears paused. My eyes widened as I read it again. I hurriedly checked for more rumors. But the rumors I heard were that a farmhouse close to our pack went bankrupt, a healer got arrested for sexual assault, and the rumor about Gwyneth lost 10 millions golden coins.
Not a single mention of today’s incident. The people who had seen my incident were either imprisoned for serious crimes… or gone. I took a sharp breath.
The anonymous helper… it had to be someone from the Blackwing Pack.
Auron Blackwing.
But why?