A/N:
Warning: there could be plot holes from where I added in the previous two chapters. If you see any, please point them out to me.
Starts in Asher's point of view.
Enjoy!
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Upon awakening, a sense of loneliness is immediately felt. The first thing I perceive is the absence of a warm body against mine. Nothing but air between my arms.
The door is cracked open, standing an inch from being shut. Amber's scent lingers only faintly on the sheets, paining me that it's not stronger.
She's gone.
Like flipping a switch, the memory of her story floods back into my mind, only encouraging the prominent wolf features that still hadn't left from hours before.
Her quiet, pained voice resurfaces in my head. "He only touched me. But either way, he made me worthless."
My heartbeat begins to quicken, gradually, until it's hammering in my chest. Adrenaline fills my veins to the point that my thoughts are blurred and unclear. My hands ball into fists, the tendons in my wrists becoming visible, and the claws extending from my fingers. Canines grind against canines, my jaw clenching in deadly force.
From deep within my stomach, a dangerous, dreadfully familiar feeling rises. It spreads rapidly up into my chest and branches off into my limbs. My muscles become tense, rippling and trembling in a strength whose limits are unknown.
No... Not again, not now. I thought this was over. I thought it was gone.
Painful memories come flooding back, my eyes staring at flashing pictures of the past rather than the empty hospital room before me.
Bars. Chains. Cages. There is no sunlight, no breeze on my face. Only dim firelight dancing on dirt walls.
Shaking my head, the empty room of reality is back to me in a flash, but the anxiety of the memory remains. The helplessness doesn't subside. My heart pounds faster as adrenaline rushes to fill my veins, overflowing them with a vigor that causes my whole body to go rigid in foreboding. My thoughts become unstable, swayed by the same neurotic anger that I can't control. The same anger that I thought had passed years ago.
Reality. Sanity. It's all starting to slip.
Feeling the burning gold color take over my irises, only one thing is clear through the blurred vision of lividity; save Amber. Not find her, but save her.
An agonized scream rips from my throat, the muscles in my neck showing themselves as sharpened canines protrude from the gums where human teeth once were.
As my body is vaulted out of the window, and as my nose picks up the loathsome scent of her blood on the ground, my control only falls farther from reach.
Bloody glass shards littered on the ground lead me like the poor prey's track does a rabid hound. As I follow, the wolf side of my brain fights for dominance over my human logic, resulting in scrambling my mind and pushing me even further away from all the progress I've made since all of the destruction he's caused.
Being consumed by the demon inside me who I haven't felt this strongly for three years, I realize something.
She's not good for me... But she's all that I want.
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Shielding the Beast (discontinued)
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