Rage

Blake held out his hand and the girl took it with a smile. He turned her to the crowd, wrapping his arms around her body, then sank his canines deep into her neck. She smiled with a wanton moan and my inside felt like they just disappeared and I was nothing.

It felt like air could no longer get in my lungs and I wanted to scream. Blake's eyes remained glued on me as he marked another woman and he looked pleased with himself. He retracted his canines and she fell limp in his arms.

"Why would he do this?"

"To be more powerful and less bonded to you. The fate bond is the strongest connection a werewolf can have, and it would have more control over his Lycan than he did. Blake needs to have all the control." Bolton answered with disgust laced in his voice.

Blake lifted the girl to the bed, laying her down gently, then he opened her white robe. The same one I wore six months ago.

"Release me from this compulsion Bolton."

"I can't, I'm sorry." His voice was laced with sadness this time.