Chapter 37

• The office was silent, but my mind was chaos. I paced back and forth, the beast within me clawing at my insides, restless and agitated.I tried to focus—on the polished wood of my desk, on the faint ticking of the clock on the far wall—but nothing helped. My claws extended and retracted involuntarily, my dark eyes glowing faintly as the beast’s fury threatened to take control.
• It wasn’t the first time I had felt this way, but it was the most intense in recent memory. The scene from earlier replayed in my mind: Peter on his knees, the guards carrying out the punishment I had ordered. The sound of Catherine’s gasp as she stood frozen, forced to watch. The flicker of defiance in cathrine’s eyes, even as he writhed in pain. Why do I always want this lady by me, not wanting to see her in pain.
• I kept asking myself this question, but no answers I know that am the one that is in the best position to answer the questions perfectly,