Chapter 12

Unknown POV

As I’d entered the swamp tonight a sense of eerie anticipation had hit me and as I stalked through the bayou in my other skin I could feel a power pulsing, old, older than the swamp, ancient. It scented pure and clean, its owner had no ill intent, not even an ounce. As I made my way through the stink of stagnant water I felt the others following using the shallows and sandbars to try to keep up with me, their leader. Thankfully they were not cursed like me to stalk the swamps in the full moonlight as a monster. I could be The Beast whenever I wanted any other time, but beneath the light of that full bright moon that taunted me, he owned the power over me to be present, and he would not recede.

I rested at the back of his mind with little more than a suggestion to sway him. My other form, the wolf, was as equally a part of me as the man. But The Beast was separate, he had his own mind and presence. He sensed something bright in the darkness, he could smell the goodness se