I didn’t bite down.
Every fiber of my being screamed at me to do it. My wolf howled inside me, desperately demanding Sylvie’s blood. My wolf was demanding vengeance, demanding that I finish what Sylvie had started.
One bite. That’s all it would take.
Her wolf’s eyes were locked on mine, and I could see the acceptance there. She’d made peace with dying.
She’d come here willing to die if it meant taking me with her.
But I couldn’t do it.
I don’t know why.
Maybe it was the last shred of humanity clinging to the edges of my consciousness. I didn't want to be like my father. I didn't want my path to be paved with the bodies of people and so I released her.
My wolf staggered backward, my jaws dropping from her throat. Her own wolf gasped for air, blood pouring from the wound I’d inflic
