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Paris' POV I feel like a murderer. It does not feel good to kill humans, but I know we had to do it to save the wolves. It is against our nature to kill humans, but these humans knew what they were doing and knew they were about to kill and destroy werewolf families. As I see Jerry unite with his family, I feel better, but I still feel guilty. Maybe we could have saved some of the soldiers who did not know what was happening. They were just soldiers doing their duty and must have families at home. I feel so sad for the poor soldiers that did not know anything about their task. "Paris, honey, come and look at this we found in the camp," Walker says as he walks towards me with papers in his hands. I take the documents from him and read quickly through them. Every soldier in this camp knew