Phantom Hollow You don't have any friends! Nobody likes you!

Guilt drove him mad with a heavy heart. So heavy that it felt his heart would fall right through his chest. His mind was torn in two, battered and fractured. Two sides constantly fighting. One would get an edge, than the other would take over. Even though all the inner fighting was in his alone time, he was worried. Worried that it would show outside. Already he had a few cases with others around, but nothing major. Nothing lethal. And the guilt only increased after Malice allowed him to live. How could she, after what he had done? And now, he was given permission to live among the pack. The dream of one half, and nightmare of the other.

The coywolf stared at his puddle. Blinking, wondering if what he saw was really there. His reflection. But not a calm look. The expression of anger and evil stared back maniacally. Was this truly him? Was he truly a monster? He didn't want to believe it. Too late for that. He had already revealed the monster inside. "Is this what I am? Some conflicted beast?" he asked himself. And his other self.