He felt as if he'd been hit by a train as wave after wave of purity rushed at him. For a moment, he gritted his teeth and murder flashed in his mind. He would kill her for attacking him this way, for catching him unawares. It felt it then, the tangible sense of terror, of gut wrenching fear that tore at him from the inside out.
He knew, as his father had warned him this would happen, that he was feeling her emotions because of their pup. He wanted to ignore it, was almost able to except for the brief, fierce touch of the child. Then he was lost to his beast, to that inner being that itched to tear apart whatever fool dared touch what was his!
Yōki raged about him as he stormed out of his office, his eyes bleeding red. He didn't notice as his father stepped in behind him, or his brother; he merely focused on the scent of his pup, of the fear from its mother and the undeniable urge to kill whatever being dared cross him.
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