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"I had been anticipating this. And now you will at last know why you cannot get away from me. The room is filled with an astonishing roar, like a far-off thunderclap. The walls quake and the lights flutter once again, darkening everything before I can respond. I hear someone yelling. yells. then silence. Do you also sense it, Elara? Though he strikes me like a thunderclap, his words flow out of his mouth like a whisper of a secret. I look into his eyes and discover that I scarcely can breathe; the blackness there swallows me whole. No would be what I would say. I would want to reject them all. Deep down, though, I feel it—this pull, this irrefutable desire dragging at every level of me indep

Ever since I had first shifted at the age of twelve -which was quite early for a werewolf- Rage had only ever come out when I was furious. I had first met Rage when I first shifted after the massacre of my pack. We never really spoke much but we were very much in tune and I never brought him out unless necessary. For lack of a better way to describe him, Rage was terrifying. With his midnight black fur and crimson red eyes, he had earned his name and his reputation as the most dangerous and deadly wolf in the East. And up until that day, he had never tried to come out without me bringing him. “What is wrong?” I asked him, glad that he was much calmer. “You almost hurt Nana”, I all but scolde

I should have stopped this, but I couldn't because they felt rather familiar. Rage Rage is what I feel every day. Rage is what I give to the people around me and consume without thinking. Recently, rage is something that can be controlled. Recently, I have been having space for other emotions and Riley … he was the only one to quench it… and…I ..I killed him. Because of rage…I did that. My consciousness was fading when it suddenly stopped, but I couldn't care less or see any reason to be here as I slowly faded into darkness. I felt myself being carried away.

And then, voice soft and full of something unreadable, he murmured, "And so… rage becomes her." A slow, sharp smile curled my lips. Yes. Yes, it fucking did.

The moment I burst through the protective barrier my mind put up, a smile creeps up on my physical face, as the realization of how I can fight slams into my forefront. Rage is the key, it is the very essence of the destruction from storms, the fuel that fires the explosion of volcanoes, and the earth-scorching lava that destroys all in its path. I will raise the temperature of my core with my fury-filled lava. I will torch every molecule of Kali's dick, leaving him with a digit that he will never be able to use again!

And the worst part? I felt nothing. “Dammit!” I screamed. My voice echoed through the walls. My chest rose and fell hard, like I couldn’t get enough air. My body was shaking now. This was it. This was how it starts... the rage. It creeps in slowly… then suddenly it’s everywhere. Thoughts racing. Anger rising. No control. Just heat. Just pressure. If anyone walked in now… They wouldn’t leave in one piece. My nails dug into my skin. Scratches everywhere. My hair… I pulled at it again, hard, until strands came off in my hand.

Alpha Kai Rage is a living thing. It coils in my chest, hot and suffocating, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants with teeth. Every breath I take tastes like ash and humiliation. Every step echoes with the knowledge that I was played outmaneuvered by my own right hand, betrayed under my own roof, weakened in the eyes of my pack. Jackson and Aliya.

I only moved. Inside the air was stale with a dozen small violences. Cushions shredded, books ripped from their shelves, photographs stomped into paper dust. My kitchen lay gutted. Drawers yawned open. The sink held broken plates like white teeth. My little herb pots were overturned, soil smeared across the counter. Someone had taken a marker and written across the fridge door a message with the kind of cruelty that tastes like bile. I felt the burn rise and kept it where it belonged. Rage was good. Rage was a tool.

Ryan Un-freaking- believable. Pure, unleashable rage filled me as I stormed through the hallway. My feet pounding the floor in a furious rhythm. My anger was palpable, a living thing that pulsed through my veins like a hot, wild energy. I couldn't contain it, couldn't calm the storm that raged inside me. Every step brought back the echoes of the recent memory. Her glare. Another step. Her daring look, so different to the softness I recognised.

ASHER Rage. It’s an emotion that’s not appreciated enough. Not studied enough. But the rage I feel right now completely consumes me. It’s like molten lead in my veins, scorching everything in its path. The palace is already a disaster—my men have failed over and over to catch the revolutionaries, Caroline is pregnant, and now this? My vision blurs with hot fury. It takes everything in me not to tear the nearest tapestry off the wall and shred it to pieces.