Marcus POV
The threatening snarls of the guard wolves fell on my deaf ears as I continued to tear apart the room, pillows disintegrated to nothing but white dust floating in the air. They all stayed several yards away from me obviously afraid of approaching me. A fight they can never win; one which will lead them to their premature death; a gruesome one at that.
Her dresser snapped in two when my fist connected to its middle, the mirror above it shattered into million shards. My claws tore roughly into the wood tearing it into splinters releasing its contents of jewels and several other women’s necessities unto the equally cracked and messy floor. My furry hands sort through them. I growled in anger, not seeing what I search for. It's almost five years now and I am yet to find it even af
