Amaia pov

I was running from the wolf I had killed, and that was the last still I was out of the pack. I didn’t even wanna look back. Else I would feel so hurt, that’s why I didn’t. I turned my back against them as I ran. Running into the woods for my safety. That was where I was going. There I would be safe and I won’t have to feel the guilt. Though my hands quivered as I ran. But I neglected it. It didn’t matter right now, what matters was that I was going home. That was where I was running to.

I didn’t like myself like...