BRYAN'S POV
I swallowed hard as I took in my mother's information.
My wolf stirred as I was reminded of my question to myself. Lies and jokes apart, could I stand watching Daisy die, after what had happened recently?
Could I really do it?
Then again, she was a murderer. She took not only the life of my father but those of our soldiers. Their blood was on her hands and there was no escaping it.
The right punishment for a killer like her was execution in whichever way we saw fit. Perhaps killing her with this Green Taker was not a bad thing.
It was pure justice. The right thing to do.
So why then was my heart rejecting it? Why then did my heart have a problem with it? Why then was I unable to settle down with the thought of seeing Daisy die? Why could I not stand it?
"Bryan?"
Mother
