Ivan
The anger consumed me, and I couldn't release it.
It was worse than Wrath, which had never engulfed me like this. This woman brought out all the jealousy and rage I held onto, and it was all fueled by Nefra. She made me feel everything to the extreme. My possessiveness, insecurities, fears, how I hated when other men looked at my mate with desire, and the constant frustration that no one would allow us to be a family in peace. It was all cut open and exposed, begging to have someone to focus on, and I didn't want to stop it. So, I let it go, coming for the witch, who seemed unphased.
She threw me back again with a flick of two fingers, but only a few feet. When I landed in the grass, something locked me down, so I couldn't move.
