Chapter 37

Injuring or killing a female while in a berserk state wouldn't result in a death sentence, but it would mean spending the rest of your life locked up in Interstellar Prison. "Ana, are you mad at me?" Finlay asked softly, tugging on the sleeve of her shirt like a needy puppy. And just like that, the clingy, wolf side of him came out in full force. "No, I'm not," Analise replied, shaking her head. "Just remembered something. That's all." A loud clang echoed through the room as Karl slammed his horns into the bars of the cage again. His eyes were even redder than before, and he was now violently ramming the metal with his head. "It's probably time to administer another sedative and suppressant," Jay said, glancing at Analise. "We bulls need higher doses than most therians because of our size. But even then, sedatives and suppressants aren't ideal, so we always use them sparingly. "Karl's willpower is unusually strong, so we don't need to use much more than we would for others."