It appeared sanity was in reach. What was his name? Pain. Where was he? Reason was slipping. Who is the man sleeping on the other side of the barred door? Please let me keep the madness at bay for a little longer. He tried to call out to the handsome man, but a harsh growl slipped from his throat. He’s mine. Madness. * * * * Brendan startled awake as the feral on the other side lost control, screaming and tearing up the mattress inside. Scrambling up, Brendan approached the bars as the feral clawed at the mattress, causing pieces to fly into the air. The feral stood and turned, gray eyes predatory as they pierced Brendan. His breath quickened as he stood frozen in place. The feral was there in less than a second, reaching for him, when a hand shot out and pulled him back. “What the fuck, Bren.
