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never be the shifter who murdered Lira, daughter of Erek. No matter how far you had fallen, I knew firsthand the tragedy you had suffered, and the misunderstanding that guided every silver bullet you’ve ever fired.”
     
    I felt myself involuntarily avert my gaze. If this was all true…my gods, all the shifters that I’ve slain in my quest for revenge…
     
    “I am the only one left from that night. You started your rein of terror by killing the others, and through your primal, shifter need to hunt…you never stopped. You have carved fear into the hearts of every were in the country, and when they encounter a Hunter, they pray that it is not you.”
     
    I turned to him again, and the anger across his face is palatable. He approached me now, dropping to a kneel beside me, and for the first time since I had stirred I felt genuine fear.
     
    “You want to know why you are still alive? Why I haven’t enacted my own justice, avenging our kind? I’ll tell you why. I needed you awake and alive so that you could understand what I’m about to tell you.”
     
    I gritted my teeth, struggling to keep the fear out of my eyes. He was so close now, and I was so defenseless. “What is it?” I murmured through a clenched, tightened jaw.
     
    “I forgive you.”
     
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    At the sound of his words, I was frozen on the spot. My brain couldn’t comprehend what it was hearing, and as I turned to him with wide, searching eyes, I looked deep into his own.
     
    But there was no malice there. No vengeance. He meant every one of those three words, and I was stripped of every ounce of fight that was within me.
     
    “You… forgive me?”
     
    He drew me into a warm hug, and I slumped almost lifelessly against him. My eyes fell upon the other three shifters, still on the other side of the fire. They had listened to the tale with unwavering curiosity, and stared at me with something akin to sympathy, if not outright respect.
     
    “You have spent so much time in pain, Lira,” he whispered into my ear. “And through this pain, your misunderstanding has slain many innocent lives. You’ve destroyed families and slain countless wanderers, searching for a pack to join. But if you are willing to atone for your sins…perhaps, within time, the community will find a place for even the likes of you. But you are going to have to earn it.”
     
    “How?” I asked quietly, reeling from the revelations of the night. It all made sense, what he had said. I had seen them flee the scene, my father’s pack. Their bodies were riddled with telltale claw marks, and the coroner had suspected bears…the signs all added up. But they added up wrong, and based on that I had made it my mission in life to slaughter them…all for nothing.
     
    And to think…my parents were avenged all along that fateful night.
     
    “You have slain dozens of werebears. You are going to have to bring some of them back. Not that your body will allow you to birth as many as you killed…but perhaps you can make up for several litters of them.”
     
    “You…wish to mate me?” The thought sparked a flicker of passion in the back of my mind as my baser animal instincts wrestled up from the darkness.
     
    “It’s a start,” he growled as he bit into my neck. “But you’re not mating me…you’ll be mating all of us.”
     
    “All of you?” I murmured, feeling his bite stir the embers of budding lust inside me. I had never spent enough time near werebear shifters for my primal urges to awaken, but the time we had spent rectifying my past had allowed them to creep up the back of my mind.
     
    “Of course. We are a pack, and we do everything together as such. It is about time that we had some cubs of our own…”
     
    As the others drew close, I felt the weight of my atonement — the debt for my sins. But as they surrounded me, their minds filled with need, all I could think about