KARENSA
Hearing his whispers of love throughout the night made me guilty. I couldn't count how many times he told me just how much he loved me and wished to make everything up to me.
His confessions made me feel like the bad guy for plotting his death when he wanted nothing more but to be given a second chance, to right his wrongs.
Could I even do that? Throw away everything I'd planned meticulously, just for him?
Last night, I was unable to feed the tea to him, so I did so in the morning before he left for work. It took a long talk from me before I finally gave the drink to him. Countlessly, I struggled to dispel the thoughts.
Living with him didn't sound half as bad as it did before I left the pack. He had long stopped mistreating me and now wanted to make my life as beautiful as
