I walk toward her, stopping only when we are barely three feet apart. She reminds me of a small lioness I once saw in Africa when I was touring. So little, but filled with so much potential.
Her very being is designed to kill. The world she lives in is akin to a jungle, where only the most brutal of villains make it just a day longer. Everybody for themselves. Yet, looking at her now with all these people around us, I can see her need to just belong. Sad girl.
"So what? Now you blaming my mother’s people?" Aliyana fires back. So much spirit.
"He isn't blaming anyone Aliyana. Give him a chance." Deno reasons, but I know it isn’t really a question.
"Your mother's people didn't kill Ren either. So sheath those claws. What they did do was open our eyes to a much larger picture. My broth
