Chapter Thirty ThreeEnd The night faded quickly into day. Mallory was up looking out the window watching the sunrise. She had been waiting for what seemed hours. As if the sunshine could erase the nightmare she caused the night before. She saw her parents briefly before turning in. Her father grumbled about Ronan following her up to the room but right now Ronan was the only thing that felt stable. The only thing she felt sure of. She still had to face the pack, her parents, and sort through Shadow pack. She let out the breath she was holding as the sunlight scattered across the floor. She was thankful she only killed Knox, Angela, and Mick. Images of her mother tied to a stake while she watched fire creep towards her. She felt all of it now. Before it was hate blinded hate. The image of her father begging her to think about what she was doing and fight. The sword, she could feel the weight of it in her hand. The blade pushing through Ronan’s skin, she felt it all. Her stomach twis
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