(Tayla's POV)
We all sat in Walker's pack house living room, our eyes glued to the TV as the news report continued. Body after body, names and faces flashed on the screen. I felt my insides twist in discomfort. Those poor people had a right to live in peace, but that was cruelly taken from them. I got up from where I was sitting, and went outside. I looked out toward the lake, the air was still cold and snow was still covering the ground. After a while, I heard the door behind me open and close.
One of the girls came to stand next to me. We sat in silence as we looked out and just wondered what made us so damn special.
"It wasn't fair for them to be killed," I finally said, turning to look at Eva.
"I know, but they would've been in more pain...."
"They had a right to live!" I snarle
