Hope's POV.
All my senses are heightened now. Partly because of the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Partly because of the wolf inside me. I can feel her pacing, pushing. Eager to be let out.
I feel torn. A part of me wants justice - to make him pay for all the unspeakable things he's done. But a part of me also mourns for the man that Malachai could have been. If only he had chosen a different path. The fact that I could have just as easily turned into Malachai isn't lost on me either. If I had allowed my grief to turn ugly, allowed it to consume me and turn me into something other than who I am today.
Perhaps my life would have gone down the same road as his, had it not been for the people who love and accept me - who make me feel like I belong. Had I not allowed them to
