To Control The

Chapter 5 (Damien's POV)

Laying next to her, caressing this exquisite woman, makes my cock stir from beneath the sheets. I feel a deep sense of warmth spread throughout my chest as I breathe in her sweet perfume. I stare into her eyes as she stares back into mine. A small gasp escapes her lips softly. My skin prickled at the feeling I know oh so well. My werewolf genes sprouting to life and I have to quickly restrain it. I sit up quickly holding my face in my hands as I gain control of my darker side. Layla sits up next to me and I can sense her fear of the unknown that is me. I breathe softly to control myself, but my other half is so quick to react over a beautiful woman like Layla. Which has never happened. Ever. I whisper softly, "You should go.." I can feel her touch my arm as I snatch away afraid that I would harm her or even worse. "Just go Layla.." She looks at me as I begin to get up from my bed. I grab a shirt from my drawer and put it on swiftly. "W-what are you..?" I shake at her frightened tone in her voice. "Please.. Leave.." A deep growl comes from the depths of my inner self. She stands and grabs her clothes as she quickly changes and walks towards the doorway of my bedroom. "I will let myself out.. Damien. I hope one day you can explain to me what it is that you are.." I look at her in utter and complete shock. "Does she really mean that?" I watch as she walks away and I hear the door open and click shut and pitter-patter of her footsteps as she goes to the elevator.
I growl deeply as my skin begins to boil in rage at the fact that I let her leave. My mate. I clench my fists as my claws start to dig into my skin and the scent of blood fills my nostrils as my claws pierce my skin deeply. I turn around and look into the mirror at myself as my eyes start to glow their usual orange and yellow color. I grip the drawer that holds my mirror in place and slowly begin to dig my ignited claws into the hardwood and growl in anger. I throw the drawer and mirror across my bedroom, shattering the mirror and breaking the drawers in pieces as I rip into my mattress. The white cotton starts to fly everywhere around my room as I go into a blind rage.
The following day, I wake up to the smell of copper and sewer. I open my eyes and groan softly as my head pounds in agony. I take a look at my surroundings and see blood smeared on the ground and on my naked body. "What the fuck?!" I think to myself as I gather myself and run through the grassy area to a nearby pond and splash cool water onto my chest and run my fingers through my hair to get the dried blood off. I look around to see if there are any people around, but all I can smell for miles is the sweet smell of bread from my favorite cafe and my stomach begins to growl in hunger. I dash through the grassy plains and run past people in a blur and make it to my loft and shove my hand between the door of the elevator and the wall itself and see an elderly woman and two kids and their parents look at me in disgust as I cover my cock with my hands. I stand between the parents and the elderly woman and look at them apologetically as the parents hide their kids from my nudity and the elderly woman looks away in disgust. "Oh, please people.. Like you guys haven't seen a guy naked before." I shiver at the chill I feel throughout my body. The elevator dings as we have made it to their floor and they leave as I hear sly comments from the angry adults and the laughing kids and even from the elderly woman. The elevator door closes and I lean against the cool, metallic wall of the elevator as it slowly creeps up to my floor. I close my eyes trying to remember what I could've done to be covered in so much blood. "Was it animal or human?" I sigh as the elevator dings on my floor and I step out and go into my loft with the key that I have hidden in the hallway lighting. I see the claw marks along my walls and shattered glass from broken mirrors and lamps. I step over it and make my way to my messed up room and see my broken window to a million pieces. I slowly remember myself shifting into my werewolf form and jumping out the window in anger. I shake my head and grab my sprawled out clothes that lay on the floor of my bedroom and grab the ones that are still intact. I shower, think, and rinse away my sins.
Later on, I pick up the pieces of my shattered loft and hear a ping come from my phone that was lying on the kitchen counter. I walk over to it to see a text from Layla. "Have you seen the news?" I scroll through the news on my phone and see the headlines. "WILD ANIMAL OF CHICAGO KILLS INNOCENT!" My eyes widen as I drop my phone in shock and I make my way to the bathroom and vomit all that's inside of me.