Riley swung forward and roared into the air, baring his teeth, his lips curled up in a distinctly wolf-like grimace. He threw his head back and howled, his eyes wide open, large and amber once more. He hated Tao, hated the stinging in his skin and the burn of the silver on his neck, hated the air he was breathing, hated the blood in his body. "I will." He yowled, "It's mine, they're mine-" It felt like he was fighting himself, like he was trying to crawl out of his own skin through the wounds in his flesh. If he could just bleed enough, everything would be better. "And the ones who are taking mine will die."
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