Perhaps that was why, when my sister spoke, it struck me like an arrow through the chest.
“Rafael, please,” Amber continued. “You are a good man, a good leader. This river is on your land. You have a responsibility to keep it clean. And the children…”
I glanced around, at the people still pulling water from the river.
“If they aren’t sick yet, they soon will be,” Amber said. “Could you live with yourself, knowing that? Knowing you could have stopped this, but didn’t?”
“She’s right, Rafael,” Julian said. He smiled at my sister, his eyes soft and in love. “She’s right about most things.” Looking at me, his expression hardened. “My pack can offer support if you need it.”
What kind of insult was that? My pack didn’t need anyone’s support, especially his.
But… he had saved my life only e
