I gave him a sidelong glance. “Have I forgiven you? You never begged for forgiveness.”
This time, I was able to look him in the eyes. I saw a range of emotions in them, but only his remorse was what I was looking for. I didn’t want him to live the rest of his life with regrets either. I only wanted to hear his apology and how he felt knowing that the lives of people fighting for his pack had been taken for the sake of his own survival.
He looked out the window to avoid my gaze. “I should be punished and drowned in your wrath. My actions were unforgivable, so why should you condone them? I don’t have the guts to beg for your forgiveness. I don’t deserve your kindness after all,” he said, his voice low and discouraged.
I let out a deep breath. I’m going to run out of blood because of him.
