DACE
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The Night Of The Rogue Attack
I drove off the moment I dropped Emma home, I was speeding like a maniac on the lonely road, exceeding all fucking speed limits, but I didn't care. I seriously felt the need to shift again, it was agonizing, and my beast was growling in my head like a damn dog. Everything aggravated me and I mean everything, my emotions were a whiplash right now and the strong urge to shift and rip this metal apart was like a fucking frustration.
God, I don't even wanna mention the storm of sexual urge, merging with my emotions and anger. It took me everything not to fuck Emma in that bathroom covered in blood, it was a great relief I brought her home, she was safe… safe from me because I don't know what I will do when if I hurt her, I will fucking rip myself apart if it meant laying a hand on her.
