11. ZAHIR

ZAHIR

I barged into my study, rage surging in my veins with so much vigour that I found it hard to tame it down. My wolf seethed, growling in anger at the back of my mind— someone had touched its property, our property and the occurrence was driving both of us into an indepth fury.

I forcefully shifted into my human form at the hall, staying any longer in that form would have guaranteed more deaths as my wolf was wild, and its ravenousness triples whenever it gets angered. It's a hard beast to tame, half the time it has a wicked mind of its own.

It's malicious anger and my rage streaming together created a vehement, overwhelming emotion of fury. Instead of it dying down, it kept increasing and increasing, until I couldn't keep it within me anymore. I had to let it out.

I groaned exasperatedly, hoisting the first thing I could lay my hands on—a small shelf containing a library of books—and I hurled the whole furniture across the room. It hit the wall with intensity and sha