Donovan
I kept fading in and out. There was something I was forgetting, something important, something I would never have let go willingly, but the thought seemed to drift away, just out of reach. The only thing I was truly sure about was that I was filled with pain and a rage that burned so hot I knew it was only a matter of time before it killed me.
The man with the gray eyes seemed almost familiar and I knew he had been important to me at some point, even if I couldn't remember why. It was the only thing stopping me from shifting and ripping his throat out. He spoke in a soft voice and moved slowly, as though that would somehow calm the rage inside me.
He sat next to me and I could hear his heart beating, see the pulse in his neck, smell the blood that pumped through his veins. He
