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Already I could feel the effects of the berserker rage growing inside me, but I pushed it back before it could start to cloud my judgment. Me worrying about the berserker rage became a distraction, one that costed me as Reginald once again bulldozed me to the floor. He must've elongated his nails into claws because I felt them stabbing into my right side. I screamed and tried moving away, but the bastard had me pinned down while his claw dug further into my body.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Reginald growled menacingly. "I'm going to enjoy ripping you piece by piece."
He pulled out his claws only to deliver a swift scratch across my face. The pain was excruciating and hearing his laughter of amusement at my expense made it so much worse. The rage was growing as rapidly as the pain. I began seeing red. Either by blood or by the berserker rage, I couldn't tell you.
"Kill!"my wolf roared again, getting against the mental barriers as the Berserker Wolf’s influence slowly began consuming my subconscious.
My head felt as if it was going to explode. Anger that wasn't entirely my own intensified. My body was on fire as my vision bled crimson. I tried using what little restraint I had left to push back against it."No, please. We can't do this. We can't—ah!" My thoughts were cut off by Reginald's blade-like claws slicing down my torso.
"Kill. Kill. Kill!"The mental walls I put up began to crack by the force of my wolf.
"Well, I'll admit, I was slightly entertained, but I think it's time we brought this to an end, don't you. Oh, and don't worry, we'll take very good care of your slutty little mate." Reginald brought a hand up, claws extended, and was getting ready to impale me.
"Kill!"With Reginald's words, and my wolf's need to protect Rosie, what resistance I had left in me became nothing but broken glass shards. My vision turned red, and the rage manifested to the surface. Reginald brought his clawed hand down, but I broke through the hold he had on my wrist and grabbed his seconds before it connected with my heart. Reginald looked stunned for a second then tried to push down on my grip. It was no use. He wasn't going to kill me, but I was going to kill him.
With swift movement, I twisted his wrist at an odd angle. Reginald screamed as he tried pulling away from me. I finally let him after I crushed the bone some more, making that hand useless for at least an hour. Shifters could heal fast, but the greater the injury, the longer it took to heal. Even if he shifted, he wouldn't be able to put any weight on that paw.
It wasn't enough for me. I needed to see blood. I needed to see his blood. I needed him to drown in it. My canine's and claws extended as my whole body burned hotter than the sun. The roar that erupted from my throat didn't sound human despite being in my human skin. I knew people were shouting something, but the only thing that could be heard from my ears were the frantic beating of a heart. Both mine and Reginald's.
"Kill. Kill. Kill! Kill him!"
I shifted; my velvet-colored fur now had a crimson sheen to it thanks to the berserker rage. Reginald backed away, smelling of fear. I didn't allow him to take more than two steps before I lunged at him. He tried sliding to the right to avoid my outstretched claws, but I saw the movement coming. I stretched out my paw and sliced him from peck to shoulder before landing back on all fours. The coppery stench of blood permeated the air, and my mouth salivated.
Reginald shifted to his wolf form but whimpered as soon as he pressed down his injured paw to the ground, not fully healed yet. He wasn't going to be able to run from me. I leapt into the air and tackled him; my increased strength had my paws cracking his ribs when I pushed him down. Reginald tried raising his open mouth to go for my throat but I bared down on his with a paw, keeping him motionless. I applied enough pressure to keep him breathing, but barely. I leaned down baring my teeth at the whimpering wolf underneath me.
Not so tough when you're on the other side of this position, are you?I wanted to ask, but I wanted him to bleed more.
Reginald tried wriggling himself free but when I added more pressure to his throat, he froze. Good, he was compliant enough. Shivering, he shifted back to his human skin. His uninjured hand grabbed my paw on his throat.
"P-Please," he wheezed out with the little breath I allowed him to take in. "Let me go. I surrender."
"No!"My wolf's voice boomed in my mind."Kill!"
I released his throat, giving him a false sense of me releasing him. Relief washed over him as he began to sit up. That was when I really went to town on him. With a roar, I shoved him back to the ground and began shredding his body with my claws. He screams didn't register as his own blood flashed and flooded as I tore him apart. Blood, so much blood. I needed more. I needed to make him bleed some more. He needed to suffer. I needed to kill him.
Something struck at my side, pushing me off Reginald and pinning me to the ground. I snarled shoving whatever, or whoever, it was that dared to interfere and plotting to make them pay with their lives.
"Kai! Kai, that's enough! It's me!" Joaquin's voice registered in my brain. "That's enough, Kai. You can stop now."
Joaquin... It was Joaquin's voice I was hearing. He was awake.
6
JOAQUIN
Where am I?That was my question when I came to. I couldn't remember much about what happened to me. The last thing I recalled was being locked away in one of the basement cellars, my wrists burned to the bone, and telling Byron to find Rosie. To tell her that I love her. I could feel myself slipping; death slowly approaching me. draping around me like a blanket of cold darkness. I wasn't going to last much longer, and I knew it.
But what happened after that? Was this the end for me? Was I dead, and was now in the afterlife?
I looked down at my wrists, seeing that my skin had regrown and regenerated my wounds. It was raw and pale, but I was able to move my wrists around and had feelings in my fingers again. I was healed. Then it hit me—Rosie. I remembered seeing Rosie. I remember feeling her against me. Our kisses. Our lovemaking. Her strength flowing through me. Healing me.
She healed me.
But then, where was she? And where was I?
"You're awake," said a woman's voice that I couldn't register.
Groaning, I pushed myself up to a sitting position and looked to my right to find what I assumed was the owner of the voice. A young-looking woman with white hair that glowed in the moonlight and wore a black gown that reminded me of the starry night sky above us. The gold thread that looped around one arm resembled the color of her eyes that directly looked my way.
