“You made a mistake in shutting me out Rosalie.” My wolf’s voice echoed through my mind. It was a strange sensation, like being in a large cave, the noise bouncing off of every wall and echoing in every crevice.
“I know. I’m sorry, but I was scared. I didn’t know what else to do.” It was the truth. I was 18, and I had killed someone. I hated that part of myself. It had been my most deep and darkest secret for 10 years now. I had never told anyone what had happened that night. The guilt had eaten me alive for so long, until I found a way to deal with the grief of what I had done. I had told myself that if it wasn’t him, it would have been me. He had no intention of keeping me alive that night.
“You could have talked to me Rosalie. I would have helped you.” My wolf seemed sad. Perhaps sh
