Rorick
I couldn’t stop reaching for her. The blood and the violence were fueling the fracturing I felt in my mind.
Kill her too. Just grab her throat. She’s a threat. She’s a Soul. I reached, my grin stretching until I paused just before grabbing her throat, and instead cupped her face.
You can’t. You felt it. The warmth, the tingling. It’s just like Virginia said. Thoughts of the woman who helped raise us filled my mind. She was sweet, with a daughter of her own who was a wolf from her late husband. The blonde woman was sweet and one of the few to make it in our world. That part of me, no matter how much I wanted it to just die and let me be hollow, refused and beat down the thoughts of death and destruction. I stroked her cheek, forcing the touch to be gentle as I could see the fear i
