I gave him a few moments before following him in.
He left a trail of blood behind him. I almost wondered if he was trying to give up, if some part of him idolized the peace of d.eath as much as I had. But he had made his choices, and whatever was taken from him was because of what he had decided. Regardless of what he wanted, even if he wanted to d.ie, his d.eath would not be easy.
I followed him through the packhouse, my packhouse, slowly. I hunted him down the hall where I had left Ezra moments or ages ago until his footsteps stopped.
I stood surveying our main packhouse room, I could still remember the exact spot I was sitting when I heard those howls that pierced through our celebration. At this moment, those memories were only fuel for my vengeance.
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