L O L A ' S P. O. V
I run until my throat burns and my feet ache. The toll of my pregnancy taking a strain on my athletic prowess.
I could hear the loud commotion coming from outside where I threw Sophia out the window. It was stupid and petty yet I couldn't control it. My magic was a direct representation of my emotions and when I wasn't it control of them, I wasn't in control of my magic either.
She deserved it, though I know it didn't kill her. Lucien deserved to be thrown out too, but my wolf latches on to the sentiment of never hurting him.
He hurt me though. How is that fair? Again and again, I'm the always the one forced to suffer.
I don't believe he cheated one. I don't think his conscience would allow it. The guilt fed to him by both his wolf and his monster would slowl
