Chapter 9Ocren wanted to wrestle Derek to the ground and mark every inch of him. Derek was his, and if someone was trying to take him from him, he’d slaughter them. Claws broke through the skin on his hands, his teeth grew sharp.
Kan watched him from the table with raised eyebrows as they headed toward the door. Ocren shook his head in response. He could control himself—he had to control himself, or he’d be put in isolation.
“All this talk about my brain—” Derek pushed the door open and more or less ran out onto the road. “—why does it matter?”
“Why does what matter?” Ocren cleared his throat to get rid of some of the growliness, though he feared it wouldn’t help.
“What is it that makes it fascinating, and why do you care?”
Ocren took a deep breath and tried to push the burning desire
