Ravena's POV
I lowered the cloth slowly, my fingers gripping it tighter than necessary.
Did I want to kill her?
My wolf stirred restlessly. "Yes, Ravena. We wanted her blood on our hands. We wanted her silent forever."
I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of that truth settle in my chest like a stone. When I opened them again, Evander was still patiently watching me.
"Yes," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "For a moment, I considered it."
He did not react. Did not judge. He just nodded slowly, like he had expected that answer.
"But I didn't," I continued. "I… I chose not to."
“Why?”
I took a breath. "Because killing her would have been easy. It would have been satisfying. But it wouldn't have given me what I truly need."
"And what is that?"
"Answ
