A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
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All he could feel was hate.
It ran in his blood like the burn of a lightning strike that brought thunder to his ears. He couldn't hear anything beyond his emotions that he had lost all control of, and his wolf devoured ground with leaping strides. Their eyes were locked with Braxton.
He had been on the run, for four years, but no more.
They say that when people have hurt other people so deeply, there is an unforgettable pain that awakens something else in the human body.
Something much more calloused, cruel, and unforgiving for those who seek enjoyment from harming others. Something that cares very little for the world anymore, a bitterness that seeps in without knowledge and freezes every last kindred thought.
More often, it's the heart that suffers through pain that would kill the mind. There are everlasting effects that cause the heart to shrivel, a sort of self-destruction that cannot be undone. Once the damage is done, it's done.
Pain manipulates the heart until there is no beat.
He had been pushed past every limitation to his humanity, and with the feral nature of his wolf surging through him, he had no will to fight the monstrosity that arose from his broken past. There was no recognition of the wolves he slaughtered on his way to Braxton.
There was nothing in his heart for the one he once called father.
His wolf reacted like a striking viper when Russell tried to intercept their path. Something reverberated in his chest with the raw nature of horror, and he sunk his teeth deep into Russell's jaw--at the exact same moment Russell tried to rip at his throat, and their mouths were wide open.
Bone clashed with bone under a brutal force that could break stone, but he felt no pain, he heard nothing, and Russell was left at his feet with a broken jaw. His chest was heaving but he only spared a snarl for his pathetic brother before resuming his warpath.
Braxton had no soul in his eyes, their gazes met. "Ah, so my bastard of a son has returned to redeem himself. Can't say I'm that surprised," Braxton slowly walked down the steps of the house as he approached with razor hackles, "I knew you were too weak to make it out there alone. Look at you, you think you stand a chance?"
A war was happening around them. His wolves fought bravely. There were bodies piling up, there was blood so thick it could drown someone, but he came to a standstill mere feet away from the very monster who had broken him. The same man that had been corrupted by greed and evil from day one, and poisoned the land with death.
He scraped a bloodied set of claws through the soil, imagining it to be lovely, rotting flesh tearing and gushing death. His eyes were leveled with the black ones of his enemy, and he had no time for fear. His soul was empty of humanity.
