The Alpha's Desire
I roll, kick, and slash, fighting off the werewolves that come at me anew from every side.
I roll to my feet and twist to the right, slashing another werewolf across the face. He jumps back, howling in pain, blood pouring from his cheek.
I turn to face all of them, slashing with my claws, screaming as loud as I can.
But now they can see the darkness in my eyes. The death.
And none dare come close.
One by one, they all retreat.
As the blood pulses in my veins, I feel strong, fast, powerful.
I slowly come back to my senses. I am covered in blood. Warm, running over my paws. I lick some of it off my fur. It tastes like metal, like rust. It makes me feel strong, like nothing can hurt me.
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