I paced an anxious circle around the Goddess-damned cell, snarling low in my throat as I went.
Every few hours, the man’s voice came over a speaker inside the cell—not just any man, I corrected myself. My brother.
Reed.
It was the same message every time.
“Dirge? I know you’re in there. Please shift back so we can let you out. Don’t do this to yourself.”
Some part of me hurt to hear the pain in his words, over and over. His voice was wrung out with exhaustion, but that was a lower priority than her.
She was my everything. My light, my other half.
Even if I couldn’t dare let the man out, I could still protect her, live at her side in wolf form. It was a half life, less than was meant to be. But it was all I was allowed by fate.
The thought sent rage boiling over inside me once again
