All the way home, Edith was quiet, her face clouded with gloom. Her thoughts spiralled—she could have killed someone. The idea of taking a life, becoming a monster, made her frantic. For the first time, she'd felt such a violent rage inside that she actually wanted to hurt someone.
She barely noticed the warmth of Seth’s hand when he gently took hers. He seemed oddly calm about the whole thing—not shocked, not angry. Just understanding. Like he knew exactly how she felt.
“Should I ring Ashley?” he asked softly.
“No need, Seth. I don’t want to drag anyone else into this.”
After that, Edith just listened quietly as Seth spoke, trying to comfort her. When they reached the pack house, they headed straight for the living room. Seth guided her to the sofa and pulled her into an embrace.
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