Derek found me crouched next to the doe, my hands and face covered in her blood. I was shivering in cold and horror, unable to look away from the innocent animal I had killed. My arms were locked around my knees, my teeth chattering with shock and cold. I saw the gold wolf come out of the trees but I couldn't pull my eyes from the deer.
He shifted and came to me. His hand ran over my hair as he crouched in front of me. I couldn't bear the sorrow in his eyes when he looked at me. I wouldn't meet his gaze, dropping my eyes to my dirt-covered knees.
"I killed her, Derek," I whispered, my teeth chattering, "I killed Bambi's mother. I'm a murderer."
"No, Kimberly. No."
He gathered me into his arms, "You are not a murderer. You are a werewolf. Wolves are predators. They hunt deer. It's the n
