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Ian's POV I'm going to kill him. Was the only thing that ran through my head as I glared at my father. "I-Ian. W-What's with your eyes?" My father stuttered and I could feel the uneasiness leave his body in waves. I couldn't care less though, I was so angry at him to respond. I felt like my soul was being ripped away and replaced with a dark force that I couldn't control. I heard my wolf yell at me to stop and calm down but his voice was faint inside my head and I didn't listen to him. All I could see was darkness surrounding my father and I as I stared directly at him. His face was that of sheer horror and the sick part of me liked it. Ian. A sweet melodic voice called in my head and I knew exactly who is was for. Hazel? I called. I felt myself lose control over my body and get su