With inhuman strength, Roman threw me against the silver cell bars. My body hit with a thud, skin sizzling at the mere contact of metal on wolf flesh. Before he could run at me again, I found myself standing back up and growling at him.
Five minutes ago, I’d stood in one of the cells with the flower in my hands, about to end this all. I had been so close—so f*****g close to ceasing this madness once and for all. But when I’d smelled Roman slithering his way into my prison, I couldn’t stop myself from running out here, aching to kill him.
I had lost all control, and I couldn’t regain it.
No matter how hard I tried, a power inside me had forced me to drop the flower and stalk through the prison, wanting to rip Roman to shreds. And for the first time, I feared that it really was Dolus beca
