Cassel — POV
Rage overwhelmed me.
It was not the sharp sting of sudden anger, nor the bitter ache of resentment.
No — this was something else entirely. It was a flood, dark and suffocating, rising from the deepest part of my being until it consumed everything that made me human.
A killing intent, pure and absolute, coursed through my veins like fire.
It filled my chest, burned my throat, and made my vision pulse red. Every heartbeat echoed like a war drum — each throb screaming for violence.
I had never felt such hatred.
Not even for the man I once called my father — the man who took my mother's life without remorse. Not even for him.
Even when betrayal had wrapped its claws around me time after time — when I had been deceived, used, and abandoned — I had never felt this particular shade of fury. It was new, raw, primal. It didn't just burn; it devoured.
But now… anger owned me.
