Chapter 112

• When all my senses were blocked, it was the emotions I felt—raw, churning seas of rage and disgust, boiling lakes of hatred and desperation. These festering, poisonous feelings bubbled beneath my skin, picking and scratching as they fought past my control.
• Floating in that darkness, guided only by these carnal emotions, I couldn't remember why I was holding them back in the first place; why I shied away from what I could do. My powers weren't beautiful or inspiring; they were blunt and vicious, unashamed of the death and destruction they could cause. No matter how dark my abilities were, a voice in the back of my head insisted that only brutality would win this war; only rage would end Maverick Billford’s life.
• As the last shreds of fear and shame left my mind, I unleashed the hailstorm of emotions on the guards who had invoked them. I wished I could give them the full scope of my anger and my desperation to help these wolves, but I could not. That kind of anger could split the world, crack it wide open. That kind of anger was already reserved for someone special.