The frigid night air rolls over me, the small bite of wind unwelcomed by Beast. I'm sitting next to a small fire on a ledge in the hills, looking about thirty feet down from a cliff, with only one thought on my mind.

Marinah.

The separation has Beast boiling beneath the surface doing everything he can to force my hand. Claws rake my insides and squeeze my internal organs. I crave her like air and must remind myself that we're doing this for the greater good. That good ...