He showered, needing to wash away the memory of everything just now and the smell of death that clung to him. Riley was outside in the bedroom, having sat down on the bed and watching as he threw the shirt across the room and almost sprinted into the bathroom and turning the water on.
He closed his eyes. He felt no guilt over the death of his parents and that alone caused him to wonder if that made him a monster. What child didn't hate killing their parents? Was he a cold blooded Killer that deserved the title of Alpha Beast he'd been given? Would Riley be scarred for life with what she had just witnessed? Run away in fear for her own life? He'd rather be hurt himself than hurt her in any way. But would she know that?
He opened them, startled to find Riley shyly joining him, his eyes wi
