“You know, I was happy about coming here…I thought I could probably make something work, but with how much you seem to hate me for crimes I didn’t commit, nothing will ever work out between us. And I’ll just f*cking accept it.”
River shifted her gaze away from him as he left, making sure to aggressively slam the door behind himself. For some reason, she felt a little guilty. He wasn’t wrong, she hated him for crimes he didn’t commit, but she really couldn’t help herself.
Even as a child, she had to watch her people die…slaughtered like animals and for no reason at all. The werewolves would strike by day and the venomoons were too scared to strike back at night.
They were basically hostages.
Running away was an option her people chose many times, but an option that never really helped
