#Chapter 42 Nothing I wouldn’t do

Dylan I hadn’t felt her in days. It wasn’t as if she was gone, but almost so. Her pain escalated and fell into nothing. The rage I felt from all of it was the only thing that kept me through the never ending battles in this war. I couldn’t tell if she was dead or on the edge of it. I couldn’t tell if she was in a ditch dying or kept in a basement at some freak’s house and that drove me insane more than anything—not knowing. My mind spun with possible thoughts and each one was even worse than the last. The rage that mixed with fear and left me unstoppable. A force that made grown men turn and run from me before I reached them. I needed something to take it all out on, and it left me victorious in every battlefield I stepped foot on. I loved when I came face to face with a bigger fool that always underestimated me. Those were my favorite screams. The war was closer to being closed. I could feel it. The pushback was less than it ever had been and I knew they were starting to