Star never asked, but he figured his aura would have to be red. Angry and raw, a bright glaring sign of danger, tension… heat. Of passion? Maybe. The roiling lava of emotion just under the hardened crust – his thick skin.

Okay, that was just pathetically cheesy and whiny. Whatever. Next would be the bit about angry scars and raw wounds. People trying to pretend there was some kind of depth hidden under the ever-present rage. Some reason or logic to make him understandable. Manageable. Human.

As if.

No, he’d just leave it at “danger”.

His aura was a warning.

Period.