Ivan
"It's okay, sweetheart, it's just Chagan," Luke tries to soothe Penelope, but he doesn't understand. She's not scared. She's in pain.
'Stop this!' I demand angrily. How could they think this was alright? How could I?
At the end of the day, Fenrir and Chagan were me, just different sides of my soul.
I was the one making her do this!
Both creatures ignore me, staring at our daughter with keen interest. What the fuck did they know? Why, for fucks sake, why did they keep it to themselves?
'I said enough!' I scream, making them both turn to look at me. It's odd to be in your own head and talking to yourself. Isn't it a sign of being crazy when you answer back?
'It's unfortunate but necessary,' Fenrir growls, and for the first time, I see the hint of a shape. Something is swaying back and forth behind the darkness that wasn't there earlier.
A tail.
