As Donald said those last words, Roxanne generated her wolf claws and pierced his heart, instantly crushing it with brute force.

Donald felt himself fading away, swallowed by the abyss of death. Any moment now and he would die. 

His final thoughts as he severed his connection with his mortal coil made him consider if the emotions within him were truly his.

No, they had been embedded by his father, who in turn was educated by his father. The perspective he never gained in life became evident in death.

He never truly hated the werewolves. He never despised Roxanne… He was taught to. But, the swelling emotion of pride he...