Swiftcurrent Creek redrum

Wretched, guilt-ridden creature. The pity in Bazi's eyes rose like a tide. She shook her head softly at Jace's description, finding no words that might soothe him. From what he had already told her, this problem would only get worse - until one day, the heat of whatever dark beast lurked inside him would simply spill over, and that would be the end. On that day, the pack would end him - he knew that as well as she did.

"I'm fine, Jace - but thank you," she replied to his lamenting. "I don't have your issue - I can control myself. It wasn't terrible, actually," the youth told him with a shrug; if there as anyone in the pack who would understand that, it was Jace. "It was in the service of the pack.. and it made me feel powerful. Like you feel powerful, when that madness of yours overtakes you. But I don't get the madness." I'm normal, she nearly said, but retracted the hurtful words before they spilled out of her mouth. "When you say used for unspeakable horrors.. are you saying that someone could control you, if you disappeared into the darkness? Like Fox - or me?"