Paranormal Romance - narration (English - American - General)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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As much as I didn't care for Shane, finding someone you love dead wasn't something I would wish on anyone, not even someone who is more foe than friend. I could only imagine how the memory would tarnish all others of that person, how it would haunt him for the rest of his life. No one deserves that. Not even Shane. I sent back a message telling her I was sorry about Shane's brother. It seemed like the thing to Dio. Silence felt as though it would imply guilt. And I didn't need any more than what I already harbored. The news of violent waking had been darkened by Drew's discovery, causing my emotions to give me whiplash. Tension had melted away as gratitude slipped in on Lee to be eaten two bits of nothing. When I got the text from Alec telling me Shane had found his brother dead, the image of Eli snapping Drew's neck had flashed through my mind on repeat sense. The memory more vulgar and violent than the actual act. Apparently, guilt could do that to a memory. They found him. If we just lie low, this will all die down soon. Remember, he'd already hurt Violet. He planned to hurt you next. And who knows how many more members of our pack he would have hurt if I hadn't stopped him. The text was from Eli. It came through as I stared at Alex announcement of Drew's death. My face scrunched up as a lump built in the back of my throat. The image of Eli snapping Drew's neck shifted to Violet in the cage, her mangled ankle, her bruised and marred skin. I remembered how I thought she was dead. But how it turned out Drew had drugged. Her anger lapped at my insights. Then I remembered Drew was dead, which meant the threat he placed on our pack had died along with him. As sick as it might seem, a small sense of comfort slither through my veins at the thought. Until Shane entered my mind, my heart kicked into overdrive as I wondered what went through his head. Had he thought of the Pac, did he think one of us had killed Drew in retaliation for what he done? Did he think it was me? Don't beat yourself up over this, Meena. We only did what had to be done for the pack. I reread allies. Last message, knowing he was right, Drew had to die for the safety of the pack. He wasn't one who could have been silenced by the fear of what we were or what we could do to him. Because he already knew. And he wasn't afraid. What he'd been doing proved it. My mind drifted back to Shane. Would we be able to scare him into submission? So he left us alone or with drastic measures, have to be taken with him, too. I forced the thought away. I couldn't think about it. Yeah, I didn't like the guy, but that didn't mean I wanted him to die. He was young, younger than his brother, who should have known better. My mind took me back to the night L A and I hid in the woods. The night we overheard the conversation between Shane and Drew about their plan. Shane hadn't seemed as confident as his brother about what they were doing. He seemed scared. Or maybe somewhere deep inside him, there were actual morals and what Drew was doing cross them