Page 10 of The Witch’s Shifter (Season of the Witch #3)

Faolan

THERE ARE NO WORDS—ONLY sensations, only urges. And right now, I’ve got the urge to sink my teeth into something, to rend flesh and bathe myself in blood.

I howl again, pouring my pain into the sound. Everything hurts. The wounds on my body burn with fire as I tear them open once more. But it’s nothing compared to the pain deep inside my chest, lodged in my heart, thrumming through my veins.

Because after all these years, I finally found her—my other half, my soulmate.

But she’s already with another. With two others.

Why didn’t I see? Why didn’t I know ?

The scent of her still curls in my nostrils, and I huff it out as if I can banish it from my memory.

The scent of a child. Of his child. The red-haired one. He planted his seed within her, and even now, it grows.

Anger chases all the pain from my mind. I push my legs harder, catapulting myself into the darkness of the surrounding forest. If I don’t get far away from here, and fast, I’m going to turn around and go rip his head from his shoulders.

The thought makes my mouth water with desire. How I’d love to tear into him, to take out his throat, to watch the life fade from his eyes.

But then I see another pair of eyes— her eyes.

To harm the red-haired human would cause her pain. And that’s the last thing I want.

I’m torn, my body and mind at war with each other.

So I push myself harder, harder. I run until I lose all sense of self. Until I can give myself fully to the wolf.

Until I’m no longer a man. No longer Faolan.

Until the only pain I can feel is that of my broken body and not that of my broken heart.