SAMUEL'S POV

I spin around the damaged room, my head spinning, braced to attack again. The next person who approaches me knows what is coming and I am not going easy on anyone.

Suzie stares terrified back at me with her hands over her mouth trying to hold in her sobs. I can't bother to allow myself to feel any guilt over my actions.

I have lost it and I know it.

"He's flipped. He's rabid. He won't be the same ever again," My aunt proclaims. "What will we do with him? What will happen to the pack?"

Wolves of my pack bare their canines at me on Dylan's order....