**Roman's POV**
I hated feeling like this. Feeling like I was out of control, on edge, and wanting to break everything in sight. My blood was boiling with rage, a fire inside of me wanting to explode and be released. Ever since I woke up the morning after my mother's funeral there was something different. I went from mourning her, crying and falling apart, to wanting to burn the world down and listen to the screams of the one's responsible. I wanted blood, revenge, and I wanted their deaths imbedded on my arms like the Demon Wolf I am.
Amelia's concern was obvious, but I didn't want her to worry about me. I wanted her to not worry about anything except carrying our pups. I hate that I am supposed to be excited right now to be a father, and planning things, and picking names. Instead all
