19

I woke up and realized I was sleeping close to King Derek.

“How did I get here?” I asked myself, getting out of the bed. As I walked past the door, I noticed a small pen knife on the table. It looked sharp and skinny, and a thought crept into my mind.

*Make him pay for what he did to you. Kill him and end it once and for all! He killed your family; he doesn't deserve to live. Kill him.* The voice in my head kept repeating.

I tiptoed over to the knife, purposefully cutting my pinky finger with it to test how sharp it was.

I walked toward the bed, closer to King Derek. *Kill him, it all ends here,* the voice urged.

I watched him sleep peacefully, oblivious to what I was about to do.

I thought about my happy family, my pack members. He was the reason I was separated from them, the reason I would never see them again.

It was all his fault. My life was a complete mess because of him, “He doesn't deserve to live. I should send him to the hell he came from!” I muttered silently