<h4>Chapter 403: 403-I Am A Bad Guy</h4>


    <strong>Yorick:</strong>


    "I need to speak with my parents," I screamed, kicking and striking the bars.


    I turned around and looked at the cage.


    This was probably where the ones who never wanted to be part of the academy had stayed. Maybe this was where Clementine used to be.


    I sat down on the rough ground, staring out through the bars. I could see the clouds outside.


    The morning had still not arrived, it seemed.


    There were a few criminals in one of the cells, and I had heard they were there for either assault or killing their wives.


    I did not know why I was here. I did not suit this ce, and I had not done anything wrong.


    While sitting in the cage, I kept staring at my hands and the dried blood on my palm. My skin was fully split open from the dagger’s sharp end, but it did not really bother me.


    How could it, when the usation against me was so harsh that I could not stop thinking about how Clementine would see me?


    She must have returned by now. The fact that nobody told me she had asked for me made me believe she probably did not fucking care anymore.


    Thest time, when we were kind of taking Oriana’s side instead of Clementine’s, I remembered how hurt she was.


    She believed everything that was told to her. Of course, why wouldn’t she? There was evidence. But this time, it would be worse. They were saying somebody saw me.


    There was no way. How could someone see something that never happened? I needed to get back to my parents somehow


    In the next few minutes, just as I rested the back of my head against the wall, warriors arrived.


    They opened the cage and barged in, with lurkers behind them.


    The presence of the warriors meant the council had been informed, which meant my parents had been informed as well.


    My body started to shake as they put me in handcuffs. I could transition, kill a few, and run away, but that would make me guiltier. That would not help me in front of Clementine.


    "You need to stop thinking about her and worry about yourself," My wolf finally hissed at me, telling me I needed to focus.


    "Do you not want her?" I reacted angrily, thinking that my wolf had wanted her too.


    "how could you still think about love when there are such serious usations against you?" My wolf grunted at me, making me groan inwardly.


    "It is not about your love life anymore," My wolf grunted, and I understood that it was bad.


    However, I did not know how bad it was until I was taken toward the academy.


    What I saw stunned me.


    Pack members filled the grounds. The big, empty space we used to walk across was now crowded with people from everywhere.


    I gulped as I noticed their eyes on me. They looked angry. They looked disgusted.


    Among them stood my mother and father, staring at me with blunt expressions. I hoped they would believe me.


    On one side of the grounds stood the crusaders and the ringleaders.


    They did not take me all the way inside the academy. It seemed all the preparations were meant for outside.


    The headmaster stood in front of the building. On his right were my parents and Oriana’s stepbrother and stepmother.


    On his left were the crusaders and the ringleaders.


    They led me toward him and made me stand beside him. I looked around, and the anger on everyone’s faces told me that nobody was going to believe me.


    "I’m pretty sure you all already know why you are brought here," the headmaster started speaking.


    That was when my head finally snapped toward the back, and I saw a lurker helping Oriana out of the academy.


    She came outside wearing arge white overcoat. She looked sick.


    I did not understand why. I did not do it. I remembered that even when she was using me, she had already been sick and injured.


    She stood on the other side of the headmaster, and my breath started to hitch. This was ridiculous.


    "My son would never do this," my father finally spoke, and I realized he was standing with me.


    "And why would he fall for someone like this?" my mother added as she stepped forward, pointing toward Oriana.


    A smallmotion started to form among Oriana’s family.


    "Watch your tongue, because your son has attacked my innocent little stepdaughter," Lady Amelia snapped.


    From what I remembered, Oriana did not even like her, yet she was suddenly defending her.


    I wondered what she was going to gain from this. If anything, she should have been calling out Oriana’s bluff immediately. Whatever they had nned seemed intense.


    "Are we calling victims names now?" Sylvia, the council member, finally stepped forward.


    There used to be three council members. Now there were only two.


    One of the sisters had passed away.


    They had not done much for society, or for werewolves. Still, they were not as bad as the others, at least from what I knew.


    "I did not do anything. I am telling the truth," I yelled, drawing everyone’s attention. "I found her with the dagger, nning to kill one of the crusaders, Clementine."


    At the mention of Clementine, I noticed a shift in the pack members’ bodynguage.


    It had been a long time since I had seen so many people gathered together. I had grown used to seeing monsters instead.


    "Wait, why would she want to kill the best crusader?" one of the women in the crowd shouted, clearly upset at the idea of anyone harming Clementine.


    I watched my mother carefully as she checked the reactions around her. What she did next was something I did not expect.


    "Exactly. Especially when my son has a mate like Clementine, why would he go for Oriana?" my mother remarked.


    The moment she said that, jaws dropped around the grounds. Goosebumps spread across my skin.


    How did my mother know?