Beasts have sharp claws that draw blood. Sometimes that blood is their own.
When the blood spills and drips through the cracks of insanity a weaker man would curl up and die.
If you're strong you ignore the pain and use it against your enemy.
That man can't fail. That man is now a Beast.
They call me The Beast for a very good reason.
I fight to win and have no fear.
Then I met Winter.
One night only was all we had, but it was a night that changed my life.
They say love can’t happen like a bolt of lightning. Lust maybe, but never love.
She was stolen from me and married to another.
I crave any mention of her, and I can’t sleep at night worrying about whose arms she lies in. It’s the ultimate torture but I am getting used to it. It’s woven into the fabric of my life, making me wear the pain.
I will stop at nothing to bring her back to me whether she likes it or not.
She is mine and always will be and this will be the dirtiest fight of my life.
I'm about to start a war.