To all extents, it probably looked like I hated her.
That could have been true, but I couldn't hate her without having loved her first.
Fox dung.
She couldn't have known how much it hurt every day. I watched her, at first, become his mate. And then I heard she was expecting kits. Then her kits were growing and it was hard to resist.
It was hard to resist storming into the nursery and murdering them all.
Because not only were they hers, they were his. They weren't mine. Squirrelflight wasn't mine.
It was like claws raking at my heart every day. It hurt enough to kill me; but I couldn't die from those imaginary claws.
I almost wish I had.
Oh, but revenge was close, so close. I had acted like the perfect warrior all this time… but…
Revenge was close.
So close.