CEDRIC’S POV
"Again!? You let them take my tributes, again!?" My fury is ripping the seams of my humanness as my wolf yearns to take control, and it is taking everything in me—and then some—to stay human.
The soldier I'm barking at is still reeling from my slap when I lash out again, landing a mind-numbing punch on his jaw. My wolf senses are currently heightened and I hear his jaw bone twist unnaturally as he tumbles backward in a daze.
I'm on him again before he can find his footing. I jerk him up from the polished granite floor and toss him across the throne room. When he stands up, his lips are split open and spilling blood, and one of his eyes has begun to swell from the trauma of my blows. But the last thing on my mind is remorse.
My rage is broiling in me, tumbling all over the
