Ezra
The guest had left long back. I went back to discussing strategy with my Beta and Gamma. When I returned to my tent in the evening, I couldn’t sit quietly. And a few hours later, my tent was in ruins. My bed was in shreds, the benches and chairs lay shattered into splinters, and my tent was torn by my own claws. And I sat right in the middle of it, not understanding why or when I went this mad. My eyes went to the fire pit in front of my tent, the ashes of which smoldered under the moonlight. I looked at my hands. Blood was drying on my knuckles. I stared at them like it held the answer to the madness clawing through my chest. Shade paced in my mind, restless, snarling and growling. He wanted to go and see her.
And f**k, so did I.
Tonya. Her name echoed through my mind, her image f
