This feeling. This insane urge to kill. This uncontrollable anger. It was familiar. I had almost killed Briar that day in the washroom right before Alex barged in and saved the day.
It was the same feeling I felt now. And I couldn’t stop it. No. This one was worse. As I attacked Alex, I found that he couldn’t fight back. I gave him no opening.
Somehow, I was stronger, faster, more ruthless and I was half transformed in my beast form. I stabbed into his pathetic weak body until his blood was painted all over my skin and when he tried to crawl away from me, absolutely terrified, I caught his leg and dragged him through the dirt like the trash that he was.
He killed Kael.
My blood roared with unrestrained fury. I kept hitting him. I kept stabbing into him, furiously, blindly, until Ale
