Malachai's POV.
The wind howls through the trees as I storm into camp, jaw clenched, fists tight at my sides. Hope's words still echo in my mind - monster, killer, murderer of children.
She doesn't understand. She can't understand.
I pace the length of the clearing like a caged animal, fury and confusion battling for dominance in my chest. I warned her. I told her exactly what they are. I tried to give her a chance to choose the right side, her own side. But she chose to stand with them.
The very thought makes my skin crawl. Wolves. Beasts. Liars. They're dangerous, every last one of them. They kill without mercy. Just like the one that tore my family apart. Just like the one that took everything from me.
My boots kick up gravel as I spin on my heel, heart thundering like a war drum.
