CHAPTER 37

Carter stalked over to his son, the wolf howling inside him. He reveled in that feeling. The sense of losing himself. The sense of letting the beast take over. That old, addictive feeling of being powerful. Of being dangerous. Of being the thing all others feared. He felt his muscles swell as he did, his body transforming again. It twisted and warped as he walked, his claws getting longer and deadlier. The fangs in his mouth grew several inches too. His vision getting sharper. To become one with the beast inside meant becoming power itself. And he soaked in all those feelings as he prepared himself to kill Russel. He no longer saw a son when he looked at the pathetic creature standing up to him now. All he saw was a thing to be removed. An obstacle threatening his crown and position. To sit back and do nothing would show weakness. To let the boy live after such open defiance would show weakness. To do anything but rip out Russel’s heart would show weakness. It was unfortunate, he sup