Mason
The aftermath.
The awareness of her body was like a balm to my heart.
It was also the only reason I wasnât yelling at the top of my lungs, the only reason I wasnât cursing Cassius into the abyss.
Other. My. Ass.
I was no more ~other~ than Cassius was honest.
I gave my head a shake.
I wanted to be wrong.
But I saw her face.
It was not the face of trust. It was the face of fear.
âSerenity.â Even my voice sounded different to my own ears; everything had heightened from the way the air shifted and shaped words into existence to the power I felt at even uttering them.
Ultimate power.
I craved it like I craved her.
âMason?â She said my name like a question.
âYes?â I answered the only way I knew how as confusion filled my head, my heart.
âDo you⦠do you know whatâs going on?â
I shook my head. âI know youâre mine. That is what I know.â
The house shook with my statement, and I could hear the very earth roar to life, as if it was waiting for me to create, to call something into existence.
I didnât feel evil.
But I felt evil all around me, tempting me, telling me to give in, so that I could be free.
Serenity took a deep breath and pressed her hands onto my shoulders. âWe need Cassius.â
âWhy?â I tilted my head; the motion felt funny, but Iâd just drunk my body weight in blood. Wolves didnât do that.
Very slowly, Serenity dipped her hands into my hair and tugged it forward. I almost vomited all over the bed when I saw the locks in her shaking hands.
Black.
And.
Red.