Wasting away in this world does not really seem like an attractive option after the amount of time I have squandered by deliberating endlessly over what to do and what not to do.
And then I decide to use the trump card. Feeling guilty for my new strategy but not having an alternative, I stand up and call out to the others.
"What does George mean to you?!" Anger flares up within me as I say these words, not for the others' response but for George himself. I picture his face, bent in laughter, and the fierce emotions multiply.
As for Caleb, his expression completely changes from one of mirth to a wholly hostile expression. His icy demeanor does not seem to be directed at me, but the overall frustration frightens me more than anything else.
I try to ignore him as I continue.
"George may be... d-dead right now. He could be taking one of his last breaths. But the fact that the Shifters took his body should strike within us the desire to fight!
