Nikka kept her arms around his chest, her face pressed firmly against his back. They'd discovered that he had more control if she touched him. He controlled the rage, allowing the red haze to build as he pushed it outward. The screams from the distance were not just those of animals but of friends as well as the enemy.

He cast the burn out of himself, relishing the unquenchable need to destroy. Nikka's trembling and tears wet his shirt giving him a link to life. He could feel ...