SOLANA
Saturday
"I want to see him, before he dies, and I want to execute him myself." I say, looking at Ama directly.
"Do you think that is the best idea?" she asks, spitting out her mouthwash and rinsing with a glass of water.
"I think it's necessary. He thinks he has wiped out my Pack, his own Pack. I want him to know we are stronger than he thought. I don't generally believe in violence, but I need to avenge my family, my Pack. You would feel the same, Ama."
She looks at me, searching my eyes, before nodding her head. "It is your right to execute him, if you want to be the one to swing the metaphorical sword."
"I do. He needs to see that he didn't win, Ama. He needs to see that the Hunters do not win."
Ama gives me a tight smile, before straightening her cuffs. We needed to say
