~Brady~ I take a seat in Dad’s office, the chaos of the day unfolding. I still don’t feel like myself. A large part of me still feels numb. I knew this day would come, but I didn’t know it would be this soon. “Brady you did the right thing. The pack needed protecting, and you kept our people safe. I wish I could tell you that it won’t happen again, but I can’t. You’ve been chosen for this job. And today you did a great job.” “A great job?” I say, barely above a whisper. “Taking a life is a good job?” “Son, he would have hurt someone. That rogue had lost his mind. He needed to be put down.” “Put down? He was a living, breathing, being. His life is over. And it’s my fault.” “He attacked you, Brady, not the other way around. You defended yourself. I know it’s hard; taking a life isn’t supposed to be easy. But he came here with ill intentions, and you prevented anything from happening.” Dad looks at me with sincerity in his eyes. “I know. But if we kept him alive he might could
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