“She’s dead.” Francis gasps out. I’m staring at his thigh muscle as it twitches and spams; I’m soaked in his blood, and I can see nothing but the next cut I want to make. He hasn’t lasted long, but I’ve managed to cause him some serious pain, my mate and father ensured he will never walk again, but I made him feel every ounce of pain he inflicted on every Academy girl. The bloodthirsty part of me wants to keep going, but the shifter and new-mother part of me just wants this all to be over so we can go home. I drop the hunting knife onto the ground and stagger back so I can look at my father. I know it's true now. Only someone who shares my blood could be this angry and this guarded at the same time. I think I knew it was true right from the start, but my time at the Academy has made me want to see the darkness instead of the light. When I first met Gideon, he promised to show me a way to live without killing; he did, and while doing so, he showed me how to see the light and kindness s
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