Her wolf was enraged. Furious at me for what I had done to someone she had considered a friend, and I could feel the emotion radiating from her in waves. I almost found it ironic. If her wolf was this eager to kill me over something built from barbaric tradition, then I was more than willing to match that energy in return. Cel was right. In the werewolf world it was kill or be killed and no amount of standing on the outside of that truth was going to change it now that I was inside the circle. I had made my peace with it and I moved on.
