LEVI:
From my window on the second floor, I see it all. The way Donald smacks her and the guard who rips her daughter from her arms. It eats deep into my chest, wounding me more than I already am.
My grip on the wheelchair tightens, my knuckles paling. My wolf growls angrily at what it has witnessed. How could he? I want to hit Donald, but I know I cannot because my body is weak, and I hate it, but at the same time, I love it. This is because the Moon Goddess granted my last wish. All I asked was to see Kookie before dying, and now that I have, I do not mind dying.
I should leave her a detailed note on what happened, I say to myself. But first, I have to make Donald pay for touching her. A part of me wishes I could live so I could give her the protection I couldn’t provide years ago bec
