Tristan

I was going to kill him.

That was the only thought ringing in my mind. From the moment I saw her in that state, bloodied. Injured.

I didn't care for the injuries I'd just suffered, the scars that were bleeding.

I wanted him DEAD.

My instincts were urging me to finish the job, to claw his entire body out, to transform and bare my fangs, tearing through him with my teeth..

But that would be too quick. Too unsatisfying. Instead I was going to let him face every punch, slowly breaking his ...