Jeremy
The absolute destruction that resides in my fingertips could burn down all of Newhell—reduce it to ashes.
My reflection stares back at me in the bathroom mirror as water I sprinkled on my face drips down, failing to calm the fire burning in me. But the two black eyes glaring back show my half-wolf, half-fae demon side isn't taking this even a little bit lightly.
It's your fucking fault.
My fist flies into the mirror, shattering it entirely with one hit. Tiny shards explode from the impact, raining down in the sink and across the floor. It imitates exactly what my beast feels like. Fucking shattered.
I could have just been a werewolf or faerie. I fucking hate the fact that I'm the only one out there who's outcasted and not fucking accepted for who I actually am. When I'm with the werewolves, they warn me to make sure I turn off my faerie beast, and when I'm with faeries, they fucking make sure I don't exhibit a single act of wolves.
