<strong>Ivy.</strong>

I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to feel. Last night, I did the one thing I hadn’t expected to do in quite some time. I allowed myself to go too hungry, and in the end, I ended up hunting another animal that was slaughtered without mercy to sustain the hunger burrowed inside of me.

Every time I did it, I felt guilty. Because that was another animal that’s life was lost because of what I was. Whereas the werewolves seemed to think it ...