CHAPTER TWELVE

I stand up from the dead alpha.

My muzzle is soaked in his blood.

I feel powerful.

Strong.

I wonder who I really am...

I look at the rest of the pack.

They have begun to back away from me.

They are afraid.

They should be.

I am going to kill them all.

I focus on one of the wolves.

I charge at him.

He runs in fear.

I chase him.

He turns around suddenly.

He leaps towards me.

I stop.

He knocks me over.

We both land on the ground.

I am on top of him.

I am biting into his neck.

I want to tear him apart.

I want to eat him.

I want to rip him to shreds.

I want to kill him.

I am not myself.

I know what I am doing is wrong, but I cannot stop.

The taste of his blood is making me want to continue.

I am hungry.

Hungry for more.

I get off him.

He lies there, whimpering.

I look at my paws.

I am not myself.

I do not know what I am anymore.

The rest of the pack have fled.

I take off after them.

They are easy to track. I follow their scent.

I chase them down.

I am f