Malachi went home with a little heaviness and dread this time. He felt like a fool after what he had learned about Ravina. How could he have been so blind to the signs? He had blamed himself so much for missing all those signs with his sister, yet he missed them with his breedmate. She could have jumped off the cliff that day. God, she could have been dead from the attacks he caused.
His heart trembled as his hold on the gift box in his hand tightened. He could have killed his breedmate. He was nauseous by the time he reached home. Breathing in her scent made it worse. He would have never known what she smelled like and it would have all been his fault. He just sat in the hall, his past slowly coming back to haunt him.
Yes, he killed his father but he was late. Very late and it cost him.
"Malachi?"
