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I didn't know why I cared so much, neither did I know what to do. Derek—my rejected mate, my tormentor, my enemy—was calling my name in his feverish delirium. I didn’t know whether to feel satisfaction or guilt.

Wasn't that what I wanted? For him to suffer? Why was I feeling sad now?

I was lost, so lost! Neither did I know what to do.

I could hear Mina grunting in my mind, her mate, whom rejected her.

‘Mina!’ I sighed as I sat at the edge of the flower vase. 'I don’t know what to do, Mina. If I help him, I feel like I’m betraying myself. But if I don’t…'

'Then you’ll become the very thing you hate,” she interjected. “You’ve seen what monsters like Derek can do. Don’t let anger and pain turn you into one of them.'

My throat tightened at her words. 'You think I’m being a monster?'

'I think you’re on the edge,' she admitted. 'And it’s understandable. Derek caused you so much pain—he took everything from you. But ending his life by walking away while he’s defenseless? That’s not you,