Taesan's POV
I have been reverted to the man I used to be before Seoha.
I can't smell him, I can't feel him, I can't touch him, and I can't fucking taste him.
My senses are spiraling out of control.
The lack of sleep has returned; I can only see the world with a dark shadow around the edge of my vision.
Everything I look at feels like a fucking prey, and I feel like I have to protect myself from something bigger than me.
The man who made my world burn is dead, but I can't rejoice yet; I have to plot the death of the hunter who killed the predator.
My daughter, my mate, my twins…none of them are safe if I don't deal with this.
Maybe I'll eventually become the fucking monster my grandfather was and become the monster he has been trying to make me into.
This is my life now.
Can the tiger replace the lion and still remain the same man he was?
"Dad? Dad, did you see the color?" Sooin's bright voice coming from the phone pulls me out of my head, and I blink.
