Primordial wolf.
Sophia.
My hand transforms into a claw, and in a fast shift, I kill two of the guards.
“Hmm! Your blood tastes nasty and sour,” I rage. “I’m dying to know how the rest of your blood tastes.”
“s**t! They taste so terrible,” I erupt.
I look into their eyes, I can see the terror, the sheer panic that has taken over them. It is like a switch has been flip, and I can sense the fear emanating from them. Yes, that is it. That is what I want. “Fear” is what it should be. I take a deep breath and smile as I savor their fear, relishing the power that it gives me. Without hesitation, I leap forward, my movements fluid and precise as I eliminate them all, one by one, until there is no one left standing. Their screams echo in my ears, giving me a feeling of excitement.
Elena and
