Jonathan's POV
I've always kept my darker impulses buried deep, locked away where they couldn't hurt anyone.
The fear never left me. How could it, when I knew exactly what kind of monster lived beneath my skin?
Most wolves don't shift until they're sixteen. Most wolves can control themselves when they do. I was ten years old when the beast first clawed its way out of me, and I nearly tore my little brother apart with my bare hands.
The memories of that night remain fragmented, like pieces of a shattered mirror. I remember stumbling through the halls of our family's estate, my body burning with a heat I didn't understand. I remember the overwhelming urge that drove me toward Dennis's room. Everything after that dissolves into flashes of blood and screaming.
