Catherine Hale had chosen Titan six months before her death, naming him after the ancient forces that predated the gods—vast, pre-rational, impossible to domesticate. Marcus had kept him after she died because giving him away felt like erasing the last warm thing she’d left.
For months after the funeral, Titan had been difficult but manageable. Then the rages deepened. Calm intervals between the episodes were short. By month eight, two wings of the estate had become no-go zones. Marcus had assumed grief did that to animals, too. He had assumed incorrectly.