(MxM) Tales of a Shifter (P4)- The Blood

Chapter 2 - Dangerous Rage

True rage...was like being encased in burning honey. Suffocating. Painful. Blinding.

The rage of a Reaver....was like being swept up in an ocean of these emotions....and being completely aware of every bursting nerve ending that wanted to be geared towards the satisfying release of violence. Ezkeiel felt his face shift into a grotesque mask of bloodthirst fangs and his claws lengthen into thick blades, slicking into his palms as he curled the deadly scythes into fists.

A sound, that Ezekiel hated, but he knew all too well shredded up and out of his throat. He felt every single body, behind him and in the room before him stiffen at the unholy cry. He sensed his brothers tensing to attack him....or attack Jacob depending on what the next few seconds came down too.

Time seemed to speed up, everything happening too fast to comprehend. Mantilo turned, saw Ezekiel and without fail, his eyes, teeth and Claws were instantly in Mid-Shift. Eyes burning like twin sons as a snarl resounded from his chest.

"Glen stop him! Now!" Mantilo called to his mother.

Something dark in Ezekiel laughed at the futility of those words. The small woman couldn't stop him. She wouldn't stop him.

Ezekiel lunged to get into the room, to tear it and Jacob apart.

Glen stood her ground between the men, only shifting her upper body towards Ezekiel, she hooked an arm like solid cement against his bicep, jerking Ezekiel up short in a show of power he hadn't been aware his mother possessed. His momentum and her unmoving denial nearly dislocated his arm.

"Ezekiel!" His mother growled at him, her stunning green gaze, glowing like amethysts as she used her inner beast to overcome his boiling blood. "Stop! We don't have time for this right now! Regain your self control!"

That growl that one sound of displeasure....and power was just strong enough to hold Ezekiel bound to his spot. This power his mother rarely used. A dominance power to rival his fathers.....it was the only thing that kept Ezekiel from ripping his arm out of her hold tearing across the hall and committing murder.

Jacob stood just beside his father with Mantilo's huge claw tipped hand resting on his shoulder preventing him from breaking away. Jacobs dark hair looked ruffled, his dark eyes smiling and his mouth cropped in a nasty sneer as he watched Ezekiel nearly melt into a homicidal killing machine just at the sight of him.

The Lion was standing with his arms crossed, old scars braiding up his exposed forearms like tattoos, his narrow face and slim body were completely relaxed as he took in the blood lust that Ezekiel was sending him and had the nerve to yawn.

A short beat of silence followed before Glen, who was still using all of her might and calm to hold him in place started to speak again. "Mantilo, Nate, Lander and Walter..." His mother softly called to the men of the Mansion. " Ezekiel needs our help. We are going to take the Lion Jacob to the Meeting room. Now. Do it now. Ill join you in a moment."

Mantilo sent her a small frown glancing at the nearly rabid rage in Ezekiels body.

"Can you calm him? He has never been pushed this far..." his father asked his mother as if Ezekiel wasn't in the room, and for all that Ezekiel felt his self-control burning away, he may as well have been a piece of paper in the wind. Swept away in the current of his own unfathomable rage.

For a second he wanted to regain control....but in the next, all he felt was hot claws beneath his skin. The Leopard itching to be release....to kill. To hurt anyone that would try to stand in his way.