Jealousy's Nest Alternate Ending

IRIS KISSED WEST VICOUSLY, AS IF SHE NEEDED HIM TO EXIST.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding each other, to the point where Jane had to shake herself awake, so that she wouldn’t be ill from the rage filling inside her, brewing in her, so merciless, so potent, watching them kiss, after a few hours ago his lips were on hers. Jane bit her tongue, afraid she might collapse from sickness as she gasped for air and then grabbed the side of the boat to steady herself. She adjusted the sheath belt with her sword, inhaling uneasily, watching West and Iris with such jealousy that she was afraid it would erupt from her throat. The anger at West consumed her; the secret thought that he loved Iris more. She grinded her teeth and turned her

West reached for her hand and held it. “Jane,” he hesitated, like his words were broken and not easy to say. He opened his lips, with so much hope in his voice, almost pleading, as if he were afraid to lose her permanently.
Mr. Winooski signaled to them. “Hey, let’s get going.”
West stiffened and looked at her hand like it didn’t belong. They hurried as he took a step toward Iris, and Jane slumped behind them, trying to extinguish the raging flames in her eyes. Their back was to Wolverton, the remains of the devastation whirling in the wind. They peered through the grasses that lined either side as if it were a thorn-linked fence.
Jane’s hands were covered in small cuts, and prickly vines kept catching on her wings, tangling and yanking her long hair in its knot.
Colt was alive, she repeated in her head when she felt her fear tremble her hands like they typically do when she’s anxious or worried. Something was closing in on them, movement that was crouching low and behind the tall grass. There were others gathering behind them, screeching furiously, the heavy breathing of hunters watchfully making a plan in their