The huge wolf snarled viciously.
Violently.
It’s fur bristled as it saw the human, growling in envy. The human cooed puppy talk into it’s face obnoxiously and the wolf lunged, snapping it’s jaws.
The human stepped back quickly, it’s throat narrowly avoiding the attack.
The wolf turned haunted gold eyes at the human, who shrieked, running. Suddenly, it’s eyes glazed over with the lust to track, to chase…
…to kill.
The wolf did.
It followed the human’s soft female scent, wuffing and growling. Its ears swiveled, catching soft piteous whimpering. The wolf’s lips stretched thin over shiny sharp teeth, almost a smile.
I smell you. The wolf thinks. I’ll have you.
The wolf lunges once more, his teeth sinking into the child’s soft and delicious flesh, the fresh, coppery taste of blood filling his mouth like a fine wine.
The minute its bloodlust was sated, the wolf’s eyes cleared, donning human-like qualities.
It stared in horror at the little girl who lay dead at its paws. Wolf stepped back, whimpering in disbelief.
What had he done?
Tarutha! The wolf cried out. My baby!
The wolf twisted and turned, his jaws ripping and crunching at his own flesh, hatefully, feeling no pain except the pain in his heart. He threw himself against a tree, his spine curving to fit the tall oak. The impact was so hard it made leaves fall from the highest branches.
It tore at its legs and drove itself harder against the tree, bones snapping and crunching. But the wolf didn’t care. It was too far deep into madness to care.
Finally, wolf lay dead next to his daughter, his human daughter killed by her were-father.
Blood flowed from internal wounds, filling his lungs.
The wolf choked and gurgled, drowning in the sea of his own blood.
His breath slowed and his heart faltered, trying to beat. But soon lost, succumbing to death. And then he sighed, never breathing in again.
