Chapter 32
Over the twenty-five years of my current existence, I’ve made numerous mistakes. But only a few blunders have been so egregious that I’m ashamed to admit to their existence.
I wish I hadn’t maliciously gnawed up my mother’s favorite t-shirt when I was a puppy. I wish I had grabbed Malachi’s arm and physically restrained him from running back into that bomb-triggered SHRITA compound. And I wish I’d been kinder to my brother’s wolf.
In the moment of battle, though, I had no notion of the regret that would wash over me later like an infusion of licorice. I couldn’t see how my actions would twist Derek’s brain and force him toward choices neither of us could take back. Instead, my only thought was bringing my brother to heel...while releasing pent-up aggression that ebbed and flo
