Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. Yes actually, she answered when he mentioned allies. I'm surprised you were able to stop pissing everyone off long enough to form an alliance. She wondered if this pack knew the real Donovan? The one she clearly didn't know. Why couldn't her version of him be the real one? And he didn't even deny it; no matter how much she wished things were different, it was becoming blatantly obvious that he was very much a bad guy that did bad things she would never be able to justify, nor would she want to. 

For a second, she felt something from him—a need to be close maybe? She thought her words had woken some kind of possibility in him or made him see that his life could be different. But then he pulled away, and she studied his face with sadness in her own expression. You could make the choice to not do things that would make me hate you, she countered in response to his grim prophecy. You always have a choice; doing the right thing is just harder than succumbing to your impulsive desires. and on that note. I care about you, Donovan, and I want to believe that I can change you, but if it comes down to a choice between you or my pack, then I will always chose my pack. There was a big difference between wanting to change him and actually being able to change him. Mal held her unwavering loyalty; nothing would change that, not the way she felt about Donovan or her longing to make him into someone she knew he could be. Things were just too complicated now.