Part 2: Chapter 2

Dimitri

I knew the guy was dead long before I landed the final punch, but I find lately that beating my fist against flesh helps relieve some of the frustration I felt. I look at the piece of shit on the floor and growl in annoyance; I wasn’t supposed to kill him, just get information. But the anger is just too fucking much right now.

That full moon and its pull - coupled with the fact that I finally saw Arya tonight and she looked so fucking miserable. Her scars were covered and she was dressed up, but it didn’t take away the absolute sadness etched into her eyes.

Sadness and misery that I caused.

“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth as I wash the blood from my hands. It’s funny to think that five years ago I never would have thought I could take a life, now I do it daily. I always used to be against murder, but ever since I betrayed my brothers and my pack, I have felt the need to make it up to them.

Dimitri, the pacifist died a long time ago, and in its place stood a man devoid