Fear the Heart (Werelock Evolution Book 2) by Hettie Ivers

when I’d slapped Alex. The foreign, yet familiar pain that was mine, although not mine—a beast of fury that had been far too long restrained and wanted out. The swirling, tingling sensation returned to my hands, and this time, when Alcaeus sent calming energy my way, I pushed it right back at him.
    Alcaeus was right. My new blood was capable of emotion. I’d sensed it before, and I could feel it for certain now, as presently, my blood was quite angry. And I got the impression it was rather fond of exacting revenge.
    Alcaeus seemed to understand better than I did what was about to happen next, as he called out in warning to me to please calm down, just before Alex went flying across the room away from me, crashing straight through the wall on the far side of the study.
    “Milena, stop!” Alcaeus commanded. “You don’t know how to control your abilities yet.”
    My chest tightened at his words and I hesitated a moment. But my blood was thrumming louder than the discomfort pulling in my chest. So when Alex came charging back into the room, dusting off drywall and other debris from his person, I sent him straight through another wall.
    Alessandra shrieked. Remy emitted a surprised burst of laughter. His laughter abruptly abated, however, when I threw him through a wall as well.
    I didn’t know how I was doing it. I wasn’t even thinking anymore, only feeling my way. And all I felt was my blood’s insurmountable need for vengeance.
    “Christ,” Kai exhaled, his wide eyes appraising me with renewed fascination and esteem.
    I was standing now. I didn’t remember standing. I didn’t recall throwing Alcaeus’ desk on its side either.
    “Milena!” Alcaeus drew my attention from Alex’s guilt-stricken face. Alex had unwisely raced back into the room for more abuse, along with Remy.
    “Raul transformed over the course of a week,” Alcaeus stressed. “We all agree it wasn’t right for him to shift unassisted. But understand, the pain he suffered would have been nothing compared to what you experienced in the gardens earlier, because his change wasn’t unnaturally accelerated, as yours was.”
    On some level, Alcaeus’ explanation was reassuring to me for Raul’s sake. But it did little to calm the ancient fury boiling my blood. I blasted that anger at Alex again, and watched his unbreakable supernatural form tear faster and harder through the wall than it had the previous two times.
    My she-wolf whined in protest. My stomach churned with apprehension. As satisfying as it was to unleash my outrage on Alex, I was undeniably conflicted, because another part of me didn’t relish hurting him at all. And I was relieved when he immediately returned to the room unscathed, his anguished countenance once more seeking my consideration.
    “Milena, I understand you’re upset,” Alcaeus reasoned, ever so slowly approaching me, “but you could hurt yourself if you don’t stop this. I don’t want to have to stop you by force,” he very delicately, albeit clearly threatened.
    “I don’t want to stop!” I yelled at him. “Keep your calming mojo away from me!”
    “Milena?” Kai implored, his eyes cautiously engaging mine. “We don’t know if Alex would have been able to control Raul’s shift anyway. We don’t know if even Alcaeus would have been able to assist him. The blood trust Joaquin warned Alcaeus of was likely already broken at that point with Raul.”
    “Agreed,” Kaleb’s deep, unaccented voice startled me by suddenly joining the conversation—and by taking a solid position on something for once.
    I swiveled my head to find him standing beside me, his pretty-boy face reflective. He cleared his throat. “I’m of the opinion Raul knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t want our help. He bore the change without complaint. Which is how it managed to escape the attention of every guard at Salvador who interacted with him that no one was controlling his shift.”
    Remy’s eyes narrowed. “He