This was the first time where I felt like the kind of werewolf depicted in human movies—an uncontrollable, wild beast. I was no longer in control of my urge to mate and breed and destroy. I was a slave to it. As I was shoved to the back of my consciousness, forced to watch from the backseat, the monster’s voice was a practice purr in my ear. “My turn. Time to show you how we treat our mate.”
