Charles's POV
The flames inside me refused to die down. Every attempt I made to smother them only seemed to feed the inferno raging beneath my skin.
At least my sight had cleared somewhat. I could see past the crimson haze that had been clouding my vision, transforming me into something wild and unrecognizable.
This must be what everyone warned me about when they said mixing both bloodlines would make me into an abomination.
Part Lycan. Part vampire from an ancient line.
My dual nature was at war with itself, each side fighting for dominance. The beast within clawed at my consciousness, demanding surrender to primal urges. There was this constant burning sensation crawling under my flesh, a hunger that craved both fresh blood and violent death.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back this darkness. But I knew exactly what I needed to chain it down.
