- DEX -
The wolf inside is pacing. Or the lion. Whatever predator hides beneath my skin with sharp claws and teeth and deadly power in its lithe form.
I can feel it more clearly than ever before. It wants to hunt Lawson and devour him—rip him limb from limb. The desire to do so has not gone away. If anything, it's gotten stronger.
At the police station waiting for Raya to offer her written report of the events last night, the officers can sense it too I think. They keep eyeing me warily. I'm sitting patiently, arms resting on my legs, hands clasped, staring at the floor. It's as still as I can be with all the hatred for Lawson burning bright and hot in my heart.
The journals were on his bed. What kind of sick shit did he do while reading them? What did he imagine doing to Raya? What would he have done to Raya if she hadn't gotten away and locked herself in my bedroom? He followed her up there. What if I hadn't had a lock on my door?
