Xeros Romanov.
The echo of my mate's wails pierced through my thoughts, more painful than any scar or wound i had ever gotten, shattering my control without any resistance. Every tear and sob, every word she uttered was like another hit, striking me with an agony so intense i could feel it in my very soul.
Nox was out of control, there was a difference between me losing control and Nox losing control. Being the last of my kind, there was a responsibility that came with having Supreme power—protection, I had to protect my kind, but how was I to protect them from myself.
The last time Nox lost control, hundreds died, and numerous packs were annihilated. His decisions made me who I am today, the monster hated by all and truly I was, because I didn't fight for control then, I gladly let No
