Divine unconsciousness does not last long.
I am electrified, my body convulsing, my cells mutating. Cold waves of energy run through my body, its whip pulling me closer and closer to unconsciousness again with each blow. But I cling to the only thing I can find, the murderous anger that possesses me, the hatred directed towards whoever did this to me.
William.
Because if he let that drug pull me back into unconsciousness, then he has won. I know. And I can't let him beat me.
Images of Jamison lying on the ground bleeding, of Thomas slashing his throat open, mingle with the anger inside me, bringing me more images of all the vile acts this monster has done.
I remember the Gray Wolf, dead on the grass.
And I remember Jason, dead in my arms.
Those images fuel my anger and allow me to s
