PRINCE ARES:
My muddy brown paws slam through the door of the little cottage as a wave of crippling anger starts to take over my body. Nothing and I mean NOTHING can compare to the rage that is burning inside my heart right now. Not even the death of my own mate felt as powerful, as wrenching, and sore. It is as if the beast inside of me has gone feral and all I can see is the color red inside of me.
“ARES!”
“PRINCE ARES, COME BACK…”
Hilary and her grandmother try to shout for me, but thirty minutes inside that little cottage feel too suffocating after the weight of information that was just shared. I start to whimper, the muscles in my legs stretching and pounding against the muddy farmlands as I run and run and run into the pain of this new knowledge. All I can think about is the pa
