Keith
I press my hand to my cheek where Hope’s slap cracked the haze around me.
The sting isn’t physical—more a jolt. A snap back into clarity when I was too far gone to separate reality and instinct.
I exhale, steadying the chaotic thrum inside. Her words, her touch—they rattled something deep within me.
Pulled a selfish possessiveness I had no idea I was capable of feeling
Mate, my wolf grumbles.
Must find her. Now, my Lycan urges.
We would have to find her if you keep yourself together in the first place, I snap.
My Lycan huffs. She is ours. The sooner she accepts it, the better.
Goddess, I've never been so at odds with my metaphysical beasts before.
At least now, my wolf and Lycan aren’t vying for control.
They are separate now, but unlike last time, part of them remain
