Nyx's POV
"This." He gestured between us. "A month ago, you were my prisoner. I was ready to execute your entire pack for treason. Now we're sharing meals and hunting traitors together."
"Life takes unexpected turns."
"It does." He studied me across the table. "Do you still hate me?"
The question caught me off guard. I set down my food, considering my answer.
"I don't know," I said honestly. "Sometimes I look at you and see the man who killed my father. Other times I see..." I trailed off, not sure how to finish.
"See what?"
"Someone who's trying to do the right thing. Someone who was manipulated just like the rest of us." I met his eyes. "Someone I don't completely hate."
"That's not exactly a glowing endorsement."
"It's the best I can offer right now."
He nodded. "I'll take it.
