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Hugh was terrified. The security guards came to pull her off Hugh, and Hugh immediately hid behind the security guards. “Meg, calm down. I didn’t know that. I was too panicked at that time. I didn’t see clearly.” The passersby were curious about what happened as they saw Hugh hiding behind the security guards and Meg, who looked desolate. Before I could speak, Lydia started to recount the event angrily. After learning that Meg was defending her father’s killer, everyone was shocked. “What an ungrateful daughter! Meanwhile, I thought my daughter was too much for staying at home and doing nothing!”

My counterattack was judged to be justifiable self-defense, and no one raised any objections. I breathed a sigh of relief and felt a sense of liberation. Opening the curtains, I saw that the dark night had passed, giving way to the spreading sunrise. It was probably hard to avoid encountering scumbags in life. But no matter when or where, we need to know that we should prioritize our own well-being.

“Why would trash like him deserve forgiveness?” As a lawyer herself, Melody defended her mother’s murderer without any conscience. I was quite certain that her mother would never rest in peace. Melody got annoyed. “Henry, I’m not negotiating with you. I’m giving you a chance! “Being a renowned lawyer, even if this goes to trial, I’ll still have ways to get him acquitted of his charges! “I don’t want you to lose the case and disgrace both of us! After all, everyone knows that you’re my husband!”

Mona said quietly to me as we exited the center. "I measure a person's life in the lives we save...as well as the ones we take," I enlightened her. Before that moment, I didn't really consider killing people to be all that praiseworthy an endeavor. Today I had been in a situation where my life had been in immediate danger. I was glad the other guy ended up dead. Since I was prepared to keep acting stupidly, I was grateful for those who would murder people so that I could remain both noble of purpose and alive.

That cunning bitch was smarter and more dangerous than I’d ever realized. Viola gave the cameras a mournful little head shake that could’ve earned her an acting award. “Most of these individuals probably don’t even realize they’re infected. I’ve recommended, and the administration has agreed, that all human citizens have the right to defend themselves. We want the country to know: if you witness a feral shifter attacking, you have full authority to protect yourself or your loved ones by any means necessary. Under the targeted martial law now in place, any citizen who acts in self-defense will, for the duration of this emergency, be completely exempt from criminal liability.”

[Addison] What should I say? How can I make sense of the last 4 months of my life? “Let me handle this,” Reggie places a gentle hand on mine and his warm smile reminds me that I have people who love me on my side. “It’s what I’m here for. To defend you.” “I can do this,” I insist. I am a lawyer after all. Part of what I do is defend others. Why shouldn’t I defend myself? “I know you can,” Mr. Carter nods. “You are a very capable litigator. But this is your life, your family. Your emotions may be high.”

The semantics look bad—I'm not denying that. "Am I not allowed to advocate for life, regardless if the two of you think someone might deserve to die or not?" "No," he says quickly, his eyes flying open. "The minute someone pulls a gun on you, they die. The intruder from the estate died for no other reason other than putting you in danger."

“Can they do that?” “They can try,” I said. “And if we say no?” “Then they will make an example,” I replied. The honesty mattered. I would not soften this moment. “We have three days,” I said. “Not to decide who we are. That has already been decided. But to decide how we will hold that line.” Voices rose. Not in panic, but in urgency. “We should prepare defenses.” “We should bring witnesses.” “We should document everything.” “All of that,” I said. “And more.”

I think Vale told me once when I wasn’t listening. “It shouldn’t be about killing more. It should be about preserving life. You’ve already lost too many warriors to this. It should be about defending, not attacking.” Vale snapped back. This time Joshua pipped up. “A good defense is a good offense. We need to strike now. Wipe them out…”

“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