*Jax*
Skinwalker blood tasted like battery acid.
Rage overtook me. I distanced myself from everything that tied me to human emotion— it was a skill I had taught myself centuries ago, and a skill that had proved to aid me during times of war.
Be distant.
Be cold.
Feel nothing.
Have no remorse.
Show no mercy.
And don’t think about her.
So I did that. I dug out a beast I thought had been buried for almost a century now, and I gave him control.
It was exhilarating. I could feel my muscles anxious to be used. I could feel saliva pooling in my mouth, eager for the attack. The thought of Roderick’s screams— in the voice of my youngest brother— as he begged me for mercy sent a tingle of pleasure down my spine.
But above all else, the darkness had latched itself back into my min
