Scarlett Pov
One week after the gruesome death of Hannah and I couldn't get over the gorging feeling of guilt that clung to me. I wanted to get over it, but the more I tried the worse it got.
Hannah's presence was everywhere, hovering around me like thick clouds in a tornado. How'd I ever make this mistake? I shouldn't have let her go. I killed her, if I was strong enough maybe just maybe she'd still be alive and going about her duties in the pack. Her corpse had been treated with little or not reverence and I couldn't do anything about it.
You wouldn't get past Bryton being a cry baby.
I bit into my bottom lips till the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. Her words were like swords targeted into my heart, ripping through every nerve of my being. I despised myself a little more than I did since that day.
