Wolfe

Kaya's shifting period was closing in. I thought that after he lashed out on his father, his short temper would cool down at least but he was becoming more and more short fused by the day. I understood that it was normal, but he was being a brat most of the time and it always rubbed of on me around that certain bundle of nerves within me.

At last I lost control and I was railing him all over the work table where we were supposed to unbox the toolbox so we could continue working on our house.

"Ahhh!" I had Kaya moaning and screaming as I pounded him...