*~Gabrielle's POV~*
Why would he even protect me?
I suddenly paused as I remembered that he was dying, the way his eyes were full of love. And that was absolutely weird. Am I not his killer? Am I not the one he had vowed to kill?
I can remember those days where he would hold his sword with so much rage in his heart. How he would gaze at Azazel's picture, remembering her. So why didn't he kill me with his brother? Why didn't he match the rage in his brother's gaze? It was supposed to be his brother killing me.
I am the one who almost killed him back then.
I am Azazel.
I killed his mother. I killed innocent people of this pack. I killed babies, innocent babies. I was a monster everyone feared. The kind of monster they tell stories about.
I had never thought that I, Gabrielle, was Azazel, the one who kept Lucien awake at night. And it's still the same me who sent them to sleep.
