Status Updates From Chasing the Wild (Crimson R...

An immediate sensation roars in, demanding my attention, even in my out-of-body state. I don’t want anyone else to know Layla like this. She belongs to me. I can’t let her go. Even though I have to. A curse that I’ve been given and have to damn well learn to survive, now that I’ve allowed myself one sip and gotten drunk off the poisoned chalice of knowing what it’s like to claim her.

No, it’s nothing remotely connected to that. If I had to put a word to it, it’s the sense of ownership. There’s something feral and fucking primal in knowing I’ll have marked her in a way that I haven’t ever done before, and holy shit, if that doesn’t trigger a beast inside me that has no right to be there.

she claims she’s a nice girl but she’s calling another girl a bitch and has a mean internal dialogue… right