I looked at her. She was lying down beside her new mate, the so called I'm-taugh-so-I-bully-others. I knew he didn't deserve her. She deserved someone at least better who would respect her and who she is. Nightash had never been friendly to her for his whole kithood, apprenticehood and for a big part of his warriorhood. I knew he only liked her for her looks. She was beautiful, but he didn't know anything about her. I had been her best friend for all our lives and a part of me just wanting to tear him apart, even if I knew I would lose - I wanted to try. But deep inside I wanted her to be happy. Even if it meant without me. I loved her. I only wanted what was best for her.