The demon wolf’s Affair
Her mark is a constant burn now, and the scent of her anguish is so thick I can almost taste it.
I force myself to stand and stare at Dan.
“Don’t let her die.” I command.
“Never.”
Tate on my heels, I make my way out. Outside in the hall, I stop, breathing hard, the most horrendous thoughts running a loop through my mind. My frustrations and my fears culminate and I roar and punch a fist into the wall, going straight through. The pain is good, it centres my mind and shows me the next thing I must do.
Vengeance.