40. The worst is over.
Returning to the pack house, naked and hands covered in blood. I couldn't get the imagine out my head. The imagine of me killing Amanda over and over again, enjoying each moment of it through my wolfs eyes. Though, myself cannot believe it. That I would be able to kill someones mother. Even though her daughter broke me first. The memory taunting me as I walked with the sun rays burning at my skin.
Standing in front of the porch steps, Maxwell popped in my head. A picture of his body that laid there decaying. All this started because of me and it ended because of me. The only reason why Maxwell is dead right now is because of me. I didn't get to tell him how much he meant to me. I never got to tell him that I loved him and now I won't get the chance too.
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