Chapter 42 The Punishment

• Bryan
• I sighed, grabbed the tray, and carried it to the chaos that was my desk. The utensils were there, untouched. I tore into the steak with my bare hands because it was prepared exactly how I liked it: rare and lightly seared. It quieted the beast for now, though he hungered for more than food. He wanted the thrill of the chase, but I wasn't ready to start the search yet. My grip on him was unraveling a little more each day. I had to stay here until I mapped the best route to ensure success. Only after I was one hundred percent sure I had plotted the best course would I leave.
• They said Talon found solace in his mate's scent as madness consumed him. I tried the same, but clinging to remnants of her only riled my beast further. This agitated the beast instead of easing the torment. The only thing keeping him from spiraling deeper into madness was the plan to hunt for her and the relentless drive to bring her back. So, I planned and plotted. I could not stop.