Ivan

The grief never left me for long. It occasionally faded into the background for short periods, but then it roared back with overpowering eagerness. Holding myself together hadn't become easier. My animal side scratched with deadly sharp nails into the door holding my human side sane. Killing enemy cats helped. Now that the beastkind war was over, I no longer had cat flesh to sink my fangs into. It wasn't a good thing.

Just let go, I'd thought far too often. I could ...