Savio's POV.
The hatred I have for this girl and her family runs deep. Fostered by many years of living of stolen snatches of food after fleeing the pack we were once meant to rule, after watching my mother slowly receded into herself and just die after watching my father get brutally murdered by her parents, after being beaten up several times by thugs and random men for stealing and for sleeping in places we weren't meant to.
I hate her, her and those wretched parents of hers I'd finally managed to kill. We hadn't yet done half of what my brother's and I had wanted to do to her, I wanted her in tears I wanted her hurting more than I had as a child and yet with all that hatred rolling through me, all those years of accumulated pain and hate and promise of revenge I was battling lust at
