Chapter 83: The Script - Run Through Walls
Kyllian took a threatening step toward him.
"Alpha, please! Please, pull yourself together."
Instead of calming down, Kyllian turned to the wall again with that same wild fury in his eyes, the cracked surface of the plaster mocking him. His muscles coiled as if possessed, every vein in his arm straining with the weight of his rage and grief. The wall was an easy target—it didn’t talk back, didn’t bleed emotions, didn’t remind him of her scent on his skin.
But before he could strike again, Talon lunged.
With more courage than sense, the Beta wrapped his arms around the Alpha from behind, locking his fingers together and using every ounce of muscle and desperation he could summon.
"You’re not doing this again!" Talon grunted, sweat already pouring down his face. "Your hand looks like a raw steak!"
But Kyllian wasn’t having it. The fury thrumming through his veins made him forget that the man clinging to his back was his best friend and not some rogue assassin. He roared—a sound that didn’t belong to anything human—and with a single swing of his arm, he broke free. In one fluid, brutal movement, he hurled Talon across the room.
Talon hit the wall with a dull thud, a grunt escaping his lips as the breath whooshed out of him. He slumped, momentarily stunned, one leg awkwardly splayed and his shoulder making a suspicious pop sound.
That was the moment it hit Kyllian.
"Oh gods..." he gasped, his eyes widening as the beast inside him retreated in horror. "Talon!"
He rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside the Beta. His hands trembled as he reached out, afraid to touch, afraid to cause more harm. His blood-smeared knuckles hovered near Talon’s shoulder as though they were cursed.
"Hey... hey... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...I—I didn’t mean to. I swear. I had no control—"