Lane's POV
After Ethan left, I stayed by the fire.
Werewolves didn't really need fire to stay warm, but the light in the dark still gave a fake sense of comfort.
Still, when the flames flickered, the color sometimes looked like blood.
I stared at the fire and suddenly remembered the day I returned from Blackwood Pack to the Silvermoon Pack.
There were bodies and blood everywhere.
Blood soaked the tundra under the moon. Even the wolf's footprints looked sticky.
Pain hit my chest all at once, like sharp ice spikes stabbing me over and over.
I closed my eyes.
Of course, I wanted Maris dead.
But death was too easy.
Once someone dies, they don't feel pain anymore. Their souls return to the Moon Goddess. That was not a real punishment.
I wanted her to stay alive and feel every singl
