After every storm come the sort of sunshine that went all the way to the soul, the sort that make one glow a little brighter within. This storm was just the same, the strong gusts and the kind of rain that danced in the streets, yet after it was so glorious, it brought the most honest of rage. The furry from within, deepest part of my soul.

“This is for touching her.” My claws elongated as I dug them deeper into his chest. My claws scratched against his heart, the palpable organ beating so hard, threatening to escape through his heart. Fear. I could taste it in the air. The...