"Sierra," I said finally, "can I ask you something personal?"
She nodded, her eyes warm and understanding.
"If you had the chance to... to hurt Alpha Donk, to make him pay for what he's done to you and others... would you take it?"
Sierra was quiet for a long moment, her face thoughtful. When she spoke, her voice was soft but firm.
"There was a time when I would have said yes without hesitation," she admitted. "When the pain and anger were so fresh that I wanted nothing more than to see him suffer as I had suffered."
She paused, taking a deep breath. "But now? No. I wouldn't."
"Why not?" I asked, genuinely curious.
Sierra's eyes met mine, filled with a quiet strength. "Because hurting him wouldn't undo the hurt he's caused. It wouldn't bring back what I've lost or heal the wounds he
