Zelena.
The words cut me like a knife. Spartan didn’t make it. Cole’s father. No wonder Cole doesn’t want anything to do with me. It’s my fault that his father is dead. The hunters came for me, if I was never here then Spartan still would be. All the dead wolves would be. All I have brought to this pack is death and destruction. I still don’t know exactly how many Weres died the night of the battle, but right now I can only focus on the one. I remember, clear as day, when Gunner explained why the packs were so willing to die for me. Because I am a gift from the Goddess, a beacon of hope for all Were-kind. Well, how much hope am I offering Cole now? It’s not my place to mourn for Spartan, after all, I only met him a few times. But why do I still feel like I have lost someone dear to me? Is
