Mitch's P.O.V

I'm so bored. I want to do something with Jerome, but since he's dead I can't do anything. Why did that wolf kill him? Actually, why did I let that wolf kill him? What kind of a friend am I? I was interrupted from my thoughts by someone knocking on my door.

"Mitch? You want to do a hunger games video?" Crystal asks.

"Not in the mood." I sigh.

"What's wrong?" Crystal asks. I open my door, pull her into my room, and shut it. I walk back over to my bed and sit on it.

"It's Jerome, isn't it?" Crystal asks as she sits on my chair in front of me. I nod.

"It's my fault he's dead."

"No it's not-"

"Yes it is. I let that wolf attack him. I had a chance to shoot the wolf but no, I just stood there, threatening it with an arrow pointed at it, thinking that would help. But of course with my stupid actions, it killed him. What kind of a friend am I?" I explain as tears emerge from my eyes.

"Aww Mitch! It's not your fault!"

"How is it not my fault?! I literally just sat there and let my best friend die!"

"Mitchell, stop. Most of us have an instinct to just freeze in place when you see something that scares the hell out of you. For example, your situation. You didn't know what to do since you've never experienced it. So don't go blaming yourself about what happened. It was out of your control." Crystal explains as she grabs my hands.

"Just be thankful that no one else is dead. Right now, Tristan is responsible for all of the deaths. So please don't blame yourself." She begs. I nod. She wipes my tears away.

"You still up for a game of Hunger Games?" I ask. Crystal smiles.

"Oh yeah. I've been practicing." She says as she runs out of the room and downstairs.

"Hey wait up!"

====== Authors Note ======
Hi!

LAST CHAPTER! THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE LAST CHAPTER!

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the 7th book and I'll see you Warriors in the next one!

BYE!!