Tala They want me to be their princess, smile sweetly and submit to their barks and orders. The feral dogs have no clue I'm snapping a mask on while morphing into the weapon I was designed to be. The wolf is coming out of the cage, ready to bite the hands that beat it. And it almost tastes as sweet as the Devil. Jax My heart has been ripped from my chest, leaving wrath to pump my veins. I only smell gas and see flames roaring into blankets of white, each ember drifting away with my sanity. I will watch the sky turn blood orange until I find her. And once I have her back, I will never let her go. I will obsess over every breath in her lungs, even when I no longer share oxygen with her. Author's note: this book contains potentially triggering CWs.