Hera POV

My steps are unsteady but I keep pushing myself forward. My legs feel like they are made of lead. My mind is a mess, thoughts of everything that transpired racing through.

Mason’s face and how his eyes widened when I pointed my gun at Eagle or should I say,his brother?

The man who tore my life apart and who took Amelia from me. He left scars on my soul that will never heal no matter how many years pass. And Mason? He didn't believe me.He didn't even show any ...