War

Fuck.

Logan is clawing at the walls again.

"Kill him!"

His voice bounces around my skull like a ricochet, desperate and feral. 

"You've already done enough damage for a lifetime, you selfish, psychotic fuck," I mutter under my breath. "Stay in your cage, or you're gonna get both of us killed. And if that happens—who the fuck's left to protect her?"

He quiets. But I feel him. 

Gnawing at the edges. 

Foaming at the ...