Human not happy with me.
Human fighting me.
Human wants out.
No.
I’m in control.
No human.
Just wolf.
Fourteen
CHRISTIAN
The cage is large enough for me to walk around in.
There’s nothing inside of it—not a toilet or a bed or a sink or a couch. Of course, in here, I don’t have to eat, go to the bathroom, or sleep, but it becomes monotonous to do nothing but pace.
Never in a million years did I imagine that this was what happened when someone went feral.
To be trapped in your own mind…
I swallow around the shard of glass in my throat.
Time moves differently here, in this in-between place. Sluggish, almost, but only when I’m paying attention. Sometimes, I’ll fade away, if only for a moment. When I return to myself, I know that a good chunk of time has passed.
It scares me when I fade away.
I don’t know where I go or how I return to myself. Hell, I don’t even know where I am.
All I know is that my life becomes characterized by darkness, and then I think of her. Of Izzy.
Of my mate.
My beautiful, perfect, witty mate.
I hold on to the memory of her, even when the rest of me threatens to fade away. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.
Sometimes, when I’m strong enough, I’m able to push my consciousness into the wolf’s head. I can see what he sees. Hear what he hears. Feel what he feels.
I haven’t been able to do that in quite a long time. Or, at least, it feels like a long time. An eternity.
As I said before, time moves differently here.
How long has it been since the bastard took control? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? Centuries?
Izzy. Think of Izzy.
Izzy’s beautiful face is quickly replaced by Lacey’s, a second before she got shot in the head. My heart begins to thump even faster, and I fall to my ass, placing my head in my hands.
I don’t want to see Lacey and Sam die again. I’ve seen it enough times already. My subconscious likes to torture me with memories of it over and over and over again, as if it’s blaming me for their deaths.
You should’ve saved them.
You should’ve been faster.
