Ian
A painful howl ripped through my whole body. My shackles stood and my claws scraped across the floor leaving scratch marks on the concrete pavement. My mate. The one person that I'd been searching for months lay motionless in front of me, beaten and abused.
A burning desire to scorch the earth flared in the depths of my heart. I had always carried rage, my crazed alter ego being an ingrained part of me, as a black mark, my personal demon. I tried
to push it down, to hide that part of me and never let my demon take full control. It had been hard over the years but I always kept my loved ones in the back of my mind. If people had witness or been victims of my temper they had the diluted version. Part demon; part me. Never fully letting my demon take control. Family tethered me to my
