A kick to the basement door sent it flying off its hinges. Scared gasps filled the air, two men sat strapped to the chair, clothes torn and partially Naked.
I stepped into the light, mind clouded with rage and violence brewing underneath my skin. They trembled, their bodies slick with sweat. Their eyes were hooked with fear, dread written all over their faces, and they refused to look away from mine.
No werewolf had the kind of eyes I had. But of course, not every werewolf was cursed with this horrible fate.
I hated that truth. Their presence vexed me. My skin boiled from the insides like hot lava spilled into my lungs. A shout tore out of my lips, shaking the foundation of the building as I fell to my fours and began to shift.
The action sent a searing pain all through my body. My sho
