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Malice was someone that had let go of her past to become a better version of herself, but never would she forget where she had come from. The past was a teacher, a guide to how things should and shouldn't be done. The past was a beautiful thing, just like their ability to remember most of it. Sure, it hurt sometimes, but that pain was a reminder of how far you have come. She thought Judas knew...

She let go, freezing with a pained look on her already scarred face. She wouldn't allow him to forget about her- about the Moonlit wolves. She would never forget him, not after all that had happened. He was her friend, that meant he'd never be left behind or forgotten. She didn't understand- why was he going? His girlfriend was still here (she hoped she hadn't made the unknown female jealous by hugging Judas), and they were doing something right? Couldn't she help? She didn't feel like she had made it up to Judas. Hell, Issun was in her pack and she still felt like she wasn't done saying sorry. Then a plan came to mind. Judas, wait! She called out as he began turning. Issun- I think he'd like to see you again. Y-You can't just leave your past behind. Then the female talked, quite a sweet voice if Malice was being honest.