Bound by the Moon

1. Kami-2

I’m on the hunt, running through the woods, and it doesn’t take long for the killer’s scent to strengthen. He’s close. I can even smell Samantha’s blood. Slowing my pace, I look around, and that’s when I see what looks to be the size of a one-room rundown shack in the distance. It’s shoddily built as if it was constructed in a day. There are no windows, and the door isn’t even hinged. It’s just propped up crookedly. I can hear movement inside, like someone frantically rushing around. Heart pounding, I take a step closer and another. It takes all the energy I have to keep from shifting and tearing the disgusting piece of s**t apart.

Through a c***k in the rotted wood, I can see the man inside, wearing a pair of gloves as he shoves a pile of clothes into a backpack. He looks to be in his early forties with a scraggly beard and wearing dirty clothes. It smells as if he hasn’t taken a shower in weeks, but there is one scent on him I do recognize … Samantha’s blood. There are slivers of rope on the floor, all stained red with it. All I see is red as my anger consumes me. I can’t take anymore.

I storm over to the door and kick it so hard that when it flies across the room, it breaks through the wall and the boom of it echoes through the trees. The man drops to the floor and covers his head.

“Scared?” I snap, feeling my fangs lengthen. I want to shift and rip him limb from limb, to make him suffer, but I can’t.

He sucks in a breath and jumps to his feet. “Where the hell did you come from?”

My eyes glow like my wolf, and my claws lengthen. He stumbles back into the wall, the fear seeping through his pores. I want him to be afraid. “I just found Samantha Teller’s body,” I growl, stalking toward him. “I saw what you did to her, you pathetic piece of shit.”

He holds up his hands. “Wh … What are you?”

I grab him by the neck and lift him in the air as if he weighs nothing. He holds onto my wrists and tries to jerk away, but he’s no match for me, even if he is a few inches taller. We never show our wolf side to humans, but he needs to feel the fear, to know that his life is about to end. His eyes widen, and the smell of urine permeates the air.

“You want to know what I am?” I hiss, squeezing his neck tighter. “I’m the one who’s going to enjoy watching those soulless eyes of yours never see the light of day again. I’d give anything to tear off your d**k and make you choke on it. You deserve a lot worse after what you did to that poor girl.” I’m not an expert on forensics since it’s not the field I wanted to study, but anyone could see from Samantha’s body she was violated more than once.

The man breaks into sobs. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

He may be crying, but there’s no remorse in his dark eyes. It’s as if there’s nothing left inside of him but evil. I’m so close to digging my claws into his neck, but instead, I retract them back and grip him even harder. All it’ll take is one jerk of my wrist to snap his neck. He gasps for air, his face turning blue. He kicks his legs, trying to knock me down, but all I do is smile, relishing in his fear.

“Enjoy Hell.” In one quick movement, I break his neck and let his limp body fall to the floor. When I walk out of the shack, I close my eyes and blow out a relieved sigh. I’ve never killed a human before, and I know there will be consequences. It was my choice to do it, and I don’t regret a single second of it. My phone vibrates and I slide it out of my pocket. It’s Tia.

“Hey,” I say.

“Where are you? Help is on the way.”

I leave the rundown shack to head back toward Samantha’s body. “I found him, Tia.”

She sighs. “Did you kill him?”

“Yes. And I’d do it all over again if I had to.”

“What do you think will happen now?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll guess we’ll find out.”

The justice system for humans is a joke. They let rapists, child molesters, and murderers go free all the time. I don’t understand how it’s even possible. The shifters who tortured me and held me captive sealed their fate the second they abducted me. It was my right to kill them. Humans don’t get that luxury.

I believe in an eye for an eye.

When I get back to Samantha’s body, I kneel beside her. I know she’s gone from this world, but I don’t want to leave her alone. “It’s done,” I murmur. “He’ll never hurt anyone ever again.”