#Chapter 100 – Death and Despair

Ryan "ENOUGH!" I scream, huffing in every breath and exhaling horribly as I lead my warriors out of the woods. The elder's warriors all halt as well, the war-torn woods outside my palace now torn to splinters. "BRING ME FRITZ! NOW!" My wolf is fuming, itching to come out and rip through everyone as I have been, but I am sick of this fighting. It was minimal at first, practically just tapping shoulders and screaming profanities. Then the wolves took over, including my own, and it was bloodshed after that. I just want my mate, I want her safe, and I am sick of their lack of transparency on why Olivera and the rogues are claiming atrocities against them. I pace in place, my heart beating so fast that I feel sick. I crack my knuckles, my feet bare and ripped and bleeding. I exude blisters all over and sometimes I consider shifting into my wolf and turning full Lycan, just becoming a monster. I feel that way without my mate. I feel loose and r