Eli
"So… you thought giving away the people you should call family would be best? Come on, man. This rogue pack is just a little home for many of us. If we lose it, we'd be lone wolves forever. Did you stop for a moment to think about the children and the pregnant women? What would be their fate if the Blood Moon actually invades our pack and takes us as their slaves?"
"Hey… come on, man. You've suffered him enough," Rafael says. I look him in the eyes and feel weak. People like him usually learn their lessons in their grave.
"Fine. I'll let them live."
"Not under my watch." Kaleb pulls out a gun and fires twice—each one straight into their heads.
"Holy fuck!" Rafael exclaims.
"There's absolutely nothing holy about that, Raf. These guys won't miss on their second attempt, because they know if they do, you'll certainly forgive them…"
"Forgiveness should be abundant," he hisses. "Tell that to your friend, Eli. I'm leaving."
