Page 75 of Feral Omega

MONSTER.

MONSTER.

Charge out into the fading daylight.

Slam my fists into a tree trunk.

Roaring.

Snarling.

Rending.

Again and again.

Frenzy of splinters and torn back.

Trunk explodes, pine topples.

Useless.

Only good for death.

Can't protect.

Can't help.

Can only destroy, rend, tear…

Something stops me.

A sound.

A soft, pained whimper.

Drifts from the mouth of the cave.

Panting, I stumble back toward the cave.

Covered in bark. Sap. Dirt.

The gore of the forest.

Listening.

One thing consumes my every thought.

Omega.

My omega.

My omega who hates me.

My omega who looked at me with horror.

Disgust.

Revulsion.

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