Chapter 36. Veyra Has Arrived

Silas POV

There were two things I believed in life.

You could call them my ideals, my morals, or simply the principles I lived by but they were the foundation of every decision I made.

First, every life on earth mattered. Everyone had a purpose, and no life should be taken lightly.

And the second,

Yes, every life mattered, but I would never hesitate to take one if I had to.

Because just as every life had meaning, that didn’t mean everyone deserved to live.

That was why I never blinked an eye when my brothers and I killed, when blood stained our hands. I believed it was meant to be.

We killed because we were stronger. Because we had the power, the strength to do it.

The strongest survived. The weakest perished.

That was the law of the jungle. That was how we, werewolves, lived.

And if someone stronger than my brothers and me came along, and we met our end at their hands, then it was also meant to be.

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