Ravensblood Forest the tree who cried crimson

We can end here if you want

This world was run by hatred. By wolves hating each other for how they look. how they act, for what they believe in. Hatred that they have better things than they do, and hatred because they have no other feelings.
Derg hated Aries, and Derg hated Opalia.
But only because they deserved it for their crimes of hatred first.
Derg didn't believe in forgive and forget.

But he loved more than he hated, which kept him sound enough.
"Yes," he'd told the man of them in passing.
"I will kill her if I meet her again." He uttered so blatantly, so calmly. Like it wasn't even a big deal, because to Derg it wasn't.