[Bailey]
(Present)
After thoroughly thrashing my old home, I felt empty. My anger burned weakly, fueled by the fumes of all my waning emotions. Everyone wanted me to be a monster, except for Ian. He loved how powerful I was and how unique I was, but he didn’t want to see me destroy everything like the rest of them did.
No matter if they were werewolf or human, they wanted me to be a monster who would kill for them. A painful clenching feeling in my chest brought me to my knees. I screamed again as the rage built inside me, creating its own fuel and burning hotter than ever before, as I gripped my shirt over my heart and put my forehead on the floor.
Before him, the only ones who didn’t want me to be a monster for them, to be a killer for them, were my family, my adoptive parents. My b
