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~Belinda's POV
"That was the moment," I said. "The second their father laid hands on me, the girl who tried to protect them, they snapped."
Lisa's voice trembled. "What did they do?"
I turned from the window. "They shifted. All three of them. Right there in that room. Their wolves took over, and for once… they didn't hold back."
She whispered, "They killed him…"
I nodded. "It wasn't clean. It wasn't quiet. But it was the only way they were ever going to be free."
Lisa looked down at her hands. "Why didn't anyone say anything? Why didn't they ever talk about it?"
"Would you?" I asked. "Would you walk around wearing the title of 'father-killer'? Even if it was justified?"
She was silent.
I walked back to her, kneeling slightly in front of her chair.
"They aren't perfect," I said softly. "Far from it. They've done things they're not proud of. But everything they are, the darkness, the coldness, it was built into them by that man."
