122. Takeover

[Kian]

Every word of the book that skimmed past my eyes and echoed in my head was like a ravenous bite at Zarek’s soul. There was no chomping sound or crushing of bones between teeth, but what I felt was exactly how it would feel to be devoured alive.

The nexus was the maw and with every next sentence; it felt like I was sawing my own lycan’s soul and feeding its hunger to come into existence.

Zarek’s agonized howls reverberated through my skull as the nexus’s power surged uncontrollably within me. He begged me to stop, and I struggled to control the catastrophic power of the nexus by mixing up the sentences, skipping a few to interfere with the manifestation.

But my eyes were acting on their own. They glued themselves to the words and made sure I read all the parts I had missed. Even when I had reached the middle of the book, it took me all my strength to stop reading.

The addiction with words was a hundred times worse than my addiction to drugs.

I knew every big shot of the Blank Sp