ROWAN
The view in front of me is the most irritating s**t, and I'm just a tad away from sticking my claws into them and digging out their damned hearts. Their hushed yet infuriating gossip is jabbing at my patience, tempting me to go rogue on them.
I try to look away, so I don't do something nasty. A group of scruffy-looking nurses shouldn't get on my nerves this much. It's not the first time people talk about me in that shaky, scary tone. It's not going to be the last, so why the f**k is this getting to me so much?
Maybe 'cause I'm still edgy from the fight. I still feel the adrenaline rush coursing through my bloodstream. My body still aches from the brutal scratches and bites.
I let my eyes take interest in something else to keep me distracted but there's nothing catchy. The old, cr
