His hands clench and he turns back to the forest, "I would suggest we run, but if you think-"
He wants to run. He wants to run off toward the forest and kill, to sink his teeth in and rip and fight and the desire is so strong he grips the car and squeezes at it. It is powerful.
Reason. Richard Strand would use reason. Richard Strand would not howl and run into the forest with claws drawn and teeth out.
"Alex."
His voice is small and soft.
"...will you hold my hand?"
He doesn't open his eyes.
"This needs structure and reason and if I go now I'll rip the bastards apart."
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His hands clench and he turns back to the forest, "I would suggest we run, but if you think-"
He wants to run. He wants to run off toward the forest and kill, to sink his teeth in and rip and fight and the desire is so strong he grips the car and squeezes at it. It is powerful.
Reason. Richard Strand would use reason. Richard Strand would not howl and run into the forest with claws drawn and teeth out.
"Alex."
His voice is small and soft.
"...will you hold my hand?"
He doesn't open his eyes.
"This needs structure and reason and if I go now I'll rip the bastards apart."