One more punch to the face left me broken. Another verbally abusive word took me to another level of depression. Taking some more neglect had me to the floor crying. Being a Lycan, I thought I was stronger than the werewolf. But I was wrong. Having a mate was suppose to be the best feeling, as I was told. But so far, I'm not convinced. He was sinister. Soon, I'll have to be just as bad in order for his game of war to end.