#Chapter 83: Conrad’s Fury

Conrad’s POV Anger oozes through my entire being, trickling through my veins, seeping into every square inch of me, every nerve. I can’t sit still, my thoughts are too wild. So I punch, and I punch, and I mindlessly punch again and again, ready to exhaust my body and hopefully my rage. I’m known for my intensity, and I show it on the ice, giving every game and practice the whole of my focus and my talent. This isn’t like that at all. On the ice, during the game, I pride myself in my control, only letting myself slip when an opponent tries to check someone on my team, or a fight breaks out. Right now, I feel like control has entirely left the building. It’s unobtainable, totally gone from my purview. In its place, fury. Rage. A desire to break and smash and run. My wolf is no help. He’s as amped up as I am. His strength doubles mine as I push my fists into the harsh sand-filled punching bag. It creaks and groans on its chains. The bag has been reinforced specifically to endure