Darkness. That's all Liam feels. His mind has been reduced to that of a rabid animal, his wolf long turned into a beast that murders its own. His first kill was euphoric, freedom like he had never experienced before. He had cut his ties with his own kind with the first bite into that rogue's flesh. A monster inside him had been unleashed, but somehow Liam had held on to a piece of his soul. It was locked away in the recesses of his mind, screaming at the horrors his body brought on wolves and humans.
His monster only found solace in Cleo. The Wendigo had become the dark witch's pet and trained weapon. Liam was sent to Cleo's enemies, those she deemed worthy of an antagonizing death. Now here he stood in a valley below the Danyrus Mountains, wolf bodies strewn about. Cleo demanded Selene's head on a platter, and Liam would not disappoint. Her scent led him here, and his Wendigo craved to go inside the
