[Harry's POV]
I swallowed, my throat burned as I widened my eyes at the fridge.
"That was 15 years ago, everyone forgot about the incident!" I protested slamming the fridge and turning towards the direction of the kitchen.
Cold runs down my spine as memories flood my head. I couldn't hear wails, panics, and cries.
My legs shook as I couldn't breathe with the voices suddenly ringing in my head.
"No, I just discovered he's the boy...the one you saved from being captured during the raid"
"Damien?" I muttered, sweating and trying hard to regain my breath, as my chest thudded.
"I don't really know Harry, can you not really recall that night? The very reason why you left the Knight blade pack, all because you were guilty..."
"Harry?" A serene voice called and I moved my eyes to look at him. The kid who looks scared is staring at me.
"Chris?" I muttered lowering the phone with tears in my eyes.
His posture, the fear in his eyes as though he's judging me.
