Thalia’s POV
The night Eric died, I felt something in me die too. Every time I closed my eyes, I would replay the whole thing all over again. The moon festival, the walk back to my cabin, the conversations and weird comments he made that rubbed me the wrong way, but I just let it slide. Then his forceful entry, the struggle, his attempt to take advantage of me, and then the blood, the gurgling and choking before he eventually died.
I remembered how his eyes never closed, how they stared at me till life left him.
That night I couldn’t sleep; I kept tossing and turning, wondering how I was going to fix this mess. But most importantly, I was scared. I was scared of what I had done and how I had done it.
For almost three years, I have been wolfless; I know this because I performed the ri
