Nash’s pov
My black paws tore through the mud, shattering thick pine roots and sending dry granite stones cascading down the ravine wall.
I was no longer a man. The manic blood curse had taken full control, drowning my sanity in a sea of raw, unhinged madness. My muscles swelled under my thick black pelt, my bone structure expanding until I towered over the surrounding brush like a shadow.
Inside my skull, a blinding storm of crimson rage roared louder than the howling wind.
I couldn't remember my name. I couldn't remember the estate, the contract, or the legal decrees locked in the study. All I knew was the excruciating, agonizing void beneath my ribs,a hollow, bleeding wound where my soul had been ripped out of my chest.
ROAR!
I threw my heavy head back, letting out a deafening how
