Neverwinter Forest I’m here on funky business

A small smile curved her lips, and she shook her head and looked away, her chest tightening with emotion. Thanks, Mal, she said, looking back up at him. You're my best friend, too. Really, he was. Of all the wolves in her life, she knew she could count on Mal no matter what—even when she was messed up and hard to be around. 

Thankfully, he didn't plan to make her wait too much longer. He said they could go in a few days, and anxiety spiked in her chest. What if they went searching and didn't find him? She wouldn't ever really be able to be at peace until she knew he was dead, preferably because she had snuffed his life out herself. She nodded stiffly. Okay, was all she offered because she could hardly even muster up the focus to speak. Hate and anger filled her mind and consumed her.