Chapter 28 An assault

Discipline, concentration, and vigilance, these were the things Duncan followed for the past few years, not wanting to make the same mistake again.

After his blunder, he had vowed never to end up in the same situation as before.

And so, right now, he remains secluded in the depths of the old mansion. Locked up underneath the deepest part of it, a place he considered his sanctuary, safe from any kind of uncontrolled urges the time of the year brings.

Of course, this was not enough, as he needed to calm himself, as the season brought extreme pain to those who tried to fight off their impulses and were unmated.

That was why he continued throwing punches, clawing, and kicking the piece of tree trunk in front of him, pouring every ounce of strength he and energy he had in him. He wanted to exhaust himself completely in order to subdue those wild and carnal cravings.

He survived the last few years, even though it was sheer torture. He was certain he’d do it again, or so he thought until hi