Creating a War

JEREMY'S POV

Six days ago, Josephine was kidnapped from the hospital. Two days later, Pup sent me explicit pictures of her, beaten and bruised in the worst ways.

And since then, a demonic haze has taken over my control. My beast doesn't struggle for control anymore, he just takes and I gladly let him.

“WHERE IS SHE?” I punch the last of Pup's men across the face, enjoying the sound of his facial muscles breaking under my fist.

The two men I'd left Tonia to fight had brought back up and all of a sudden, two had turned to five.

Right now, Four are lying motionless on the dirt with empty eye sockets, shattered spines, and broken necks.

This one is still alive and lucky for him, the inferno raging in me has burned down to simmering rage.

Now I'm just playing with him. Just toying with his face.

Blood sprays across my cheeks and I ignore it, pummeling his face until my knuckles are soaked in his fluid and even then, I don't stop.

“Please! I don't know who you're talking about?”