Destiny 8

Vladek hated what it was. Others wanted to have his ability, his genes, his nature, but he was different. When you are 379 years old, the story was not pleasant especially having a path of misfortunes on your back.

He had seen many people die in front of him, especially those who discovered his secret, but what marked him the most were those who had been an important part of him. He had longed for death several times but as a wolf he could not easily seek his death and his strength had built up in such a way that his body would not surrender to anyone, even if he wanted to. He cursed his life over and over again.

Sigh.

Concentrating, he let the blood inside him flow freely as it rarely did. He maintained absolute control over his instincts and only let them go when necessary, or doing so would have serious consequences. He was too violent when he put his mind to it.

He opened his eyes, they had turned an intense golden color and the pupil had been red