The shadow-lycan form was too much. Too big, too unwieldy, too hard to control when rage was clouding my judgment. So I let it dissolve, shifting back to human form in a swirl of darkness.
Big mistake.
The voices in my head immediately started screaming.
Let us out. Let us out. LET US OUT.
They weren't whispering anymore. They were roaring, demanding to be unleashed, to take control, to show Aldric what real power looked like. Each voice was distinct but they all wanted the same thing, violence, chaos, revenge.
My shadow self.
"Shut up," I hissed under my breath, but they just got louder.
He tortured your mother for twenty years. He turned Lucian into a monster. He killed that innocent girl. LET US HAVE HIM.
Maeve. Morrigan's voice rang through the chaos, urgent and worried. Calm down. You need to calm down. This is exactly what he wants.
