There’s no monster more dangerous than a man fighting for love…

He woke in a cage. Again. Well, fuck it, that escape had gone to hell in a hand basket. Hadn’t it? Dean Steele groaned as he opened his eyes, blinking until they cooperated and focused on the scene above him. Sure enough, bars stood between him and the ceiling high above. Yeah. He could smell the rust and metal. Once you’d been in one cage, smelled one, it was unmistakable. With a sigh, he shut his eyes again, not making an effort to move from where he was sprawled on his back. Why bother? What was the point? He lived and died at the will of others and had done so from the moment he’d been infected months ago. He was stupid if he thought any differently. That he could affect his fate. Negate it somehow. He wasn’t human now. Why should he expect to [...]