Why Didn't Katniss Kill Snow Novels & Stories

“Scratch that. Why didn’t you kill Killian right there, in the park?” My eyes went wide. “How do you expect me to kill him right there?” “What do you mean?! You had the perfect opportunity. You both were alone! You have a vial of poison. No one is telling you to slit his throat with a knife. His death should be an easy one!” I shot up from my chair and glared her. “You can be so unreasonable sometimes! How do you expect me to kill him, when it would have made me be a prime suspect. The slave Hazel going to the park with the Alpha and suddenly, he died in that same park, on the same day. How will that turn out for me?”

Scarlett flinched, her face growing even paler. “I hate you for letting all of this happen. I hate you for staying silent until it was too late.” Katniss bit her lip, her voice shaking with raw emotion. “But I also know… you shouldn’t be here.” Scarlett lifted her head, confusion filling her eyes as she stared at Katniss. “I want them all to be punished. Emma, Renata… they deserve a hell worse than prison. But you…” Katniss took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I can’t let you rot in here for much longer.”

However, she somehow made it look like I was the bad guy. I tried hard to keep down the fear and anger bubbling up inside me. "I'm sorry, Seth. I missed you so much that I forgot to knock." Seth was still a bit mad. "What took you so long?" My eyes started to tear up. "I heard that chicken soup tastes better if you let it cook a bit longer. That's why I'm late, Seth. Don't be mad, okay?" Janice snuggled up to Seth, blinking her big, doe-like eyes. "Seth, did you know Nevaeh climbed a snowy mountain just to get snowmelt for you?

He speaks; tone sharper, and Katniss lifts her head, her gaze moving to meet mine. With a hardened face, she turns back to the Alpha King, and say, "Yes, I did. " Everywhere goes silent as we all await his next words. Scoffing, he takes a step closer to her, "So you took her away on a false order that I didn't give to you could have her killed? For what purpose, exactly, Katniss? What could you possibly gain from killing her?"

I knew that once I pushed it down, the killing process would begin. I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't bear to see anyone die like that. I wasn't forgiving him, but... I didn't have the heart. After all, he didn't kill my parents that way. I hesitated for some more time, making my men wonder what was going on in my mind. "Katerina?" "Release him and let him go." "Are you out of your mind?" Kol asked, surprised. "He's permanently blind after all. That's almost like death. I can't bear to kill him this way. I know he killed my parents but... I'm not a killer. I can't just....."

He regretted not agreeing with Serena's suggestion to find a park and wash off. However, the sight of Snow's nervous and pale face and the wariness and fear in her eyes sparked a hint of mischief in him. Grinning, he said, “Kiran York is dead. Are you going to stay a widow for him?” Snow recoiled at his words. Grief clouded her face, and tears rolled down her cheeks, but her eyes burned like hot coals. “Are you the one who killed him?” Kiran nodded. “That’s right!” Weeping, Snow suddenly tilted her head up. “I'm sorry I can’t avenge you, Kiran. The only thing I can do for you is die to protect my purity!”

“Because the people who died deserved to be killed. But you massacred an entire pack and not only that. You caused the death of an enormous pack because of what you did” It seems like she keeps forgetting that she is the reason behind Katrina’s pack being slaughtered. “I did what I had to do to survive. To bring this pack to what it once used to be. Would I do it again? Most definitely because in the end, it brought me to you!” she hissed, her words cold and final.

"You seem pale. You don't even seem alright, are you okay?" I didn't know when a tear fell down my eyes. I closed my eyes, placing my head back on Alexander frame I remembered the icy demeanor Katniss showed me. I cried. My chest was beginning to hurt. Their faces, it didn't want to leave my head. I could remember their voices, one filled with anguish, as they pleaded with me to spare their lives. Kyra and Penelope died because of me. They died because I wanted to remind everyone in the palace of my position, because I wanted to make a statement.

The older woman stiffened as well. And that was when everything shifted. Not out loud. Not visibly. But inside me. Because now that they’d revealed their intentions… I no longer needed to pretend. The mask fell away silently, but only Snow knew. 'Finally,' Snow hissed into my mind. 'I’ve been WAITING. Rissa, let me kill them now. Please. Just point to which one you want torn apart first.' 'Snow, not yet,' I answered calmly. 'Why NOT? They’re villains. They monologued. That means it’s legally allowed.'

Snow muttered. "How dare you?" Viola raised her hand to slap her, but somebody caught her hand mid-air. "Don't even think about it," Mykel warned. "Let go of my hand," she jerked her hand away from Mykel. "You all want to know why she did it right? Revenge. I'm sure she tried to kill me, but Gretna was the unlucky one." "I... I didn't kill anyone. Why would I want to get revenge?" Snow's lips trembled as she spoke.