The Evolved Alpha

The Dog Of Twilight

"OWOOOOO."
I turn to Monica just as she finishes howling and shoots into a sitting position, I yell.
"MONICA"
While reaching out for her. She grabs my hand just as the fire around her left arm extinguishes, and Pulls me closer to her. She grabs my throat with her right hand, then growls in my face before throwing me at Tonya. Knocking us both to the ground and kicking Satomi in the gut, sending her into the wall. She then runs to the window of the back wall before jumping through it.
I scrambled to my feet before running towards the window. When I get to it and look out, I see Monica Crouching down with fire swirling around her as she shifts from her human form into the form of the Black Dog from my vision only smaller. Just as her transformation finished, she took off faster than my eyes could follow. I jump out of the window, landing in a roll before following her scent, that completely changed with no trace of Monica's Human scent anywhere in the scent of fire, and what I can only describe as death. Not like something dead, but what my senses tell me death's scent would be.
After only fifteen minutes of Chasing Monica, I began to lose my breath. Like I am already running out of stamina. I growl before focusing on my power as I force myself to run faster. Immediately my vision intensifies, my speed increases even more, and I am able to breathe without straining my body.
The longer I follow Monica, the more I am confused about where she was going. By the time I find anything other than her scent, the moon is already high into the sky. I get to the edge of the forest against the road leading into town.  I see something that gives me any idea about what she is doing. Seven bodies, all blazing with the same dark orange and red fire that was harmlessly surrounding Monica's body, only these seven were quickly burning.
When I am as close as I can get, I can tell that all seven were Werewolves. The only two scents I can clearly pickup are. Monica's Shifted Form and the scent of one of the other Alphas of Beacon Hills that I know of. Ennis, the physically strongest of all the Alphas living in California. Looking closer at what was remaining of the bodies, I see deep cuts from what I assume were claws slashing across the chest of one of them. Not from an animal or anything, but the clawed hand of a partial transformation.
I hear a warning growl further down the road. I can barely see Monica, in her Shifted Form, without any fire around her body. She was standing defensively in the middle of the road, with her fiery red eyes locked on me. I slowly walk closer to her as I say.
"Monica it's me Thomas. I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you."
Her growls grow louder, as I remember the name I heard in my vision so I say.
"Gwyllgi?"
Her or its growling stopped and it tilted its head looking at me, before slowly laying down. Its eyes never once left me, but I took its behavior as a good sign.
"What are you? I take it you're not Monica anymore?"
It lays its head on its front paws before looking at the spot directly in front of it then to me and back to the spot. I swallow thickly, then taking the message for what it is, I go directly in front of the dog and crouch down. I stare into its eyes and smell its baleful breath. As I reach out my arm, and run my hand against the fur of its head while I continue to stare into its eyes. When I withdraw my hand, it bites my forearm and I am pulled into its mind.

(Inside the mind of the Hellhound)
I am in a void of darkness and clouds when lightning begins to strike all around me and thunder Rumbles. Right in front of me, a vortex of fire blazes to life before a second later is the fully grown version of Gwyllgi looking directly at me. I hear a deep voice in my mind.
"I am Gwyllgi... It means Dog of Twilight or Wild Dog. I gained that name when I first found my freedom from the Hunt. I have had many names both before and after, such as Cwn Cyrff meaning Corpse Dog, but Gwyllgi was always the most accurate to what I am."
I ask cautiously.
"You're not any type of Werebeast that I ever heard of. But you are obviously a Shifter. So, what are you? What did you do to those bodies? And what about Monica is she... Is she still alive?"
For a long moment Gwyllgi or Twilight is silent then I hear his deep voice again as it slowly says.
"I am a spirit reborn with a purpose. A protector of the supernatural. Compelled to forever make sure the supernatural stays where it belongs, in the shadows. A Harbinger of death. I. AM. A. HELLHOUND."
As Twilight finished the whole of the void shook as the lightning intensified then all at once, everything stopped leaving an eerie silence before Twilight continued.
"Your Friend is alive, thanks to me. When I found her in Bardo, I chose her as my host. Not because I could bring her back, but because she is a druid. Through her I can find what I want most. To be free."
I look at Twilight and ask curiously.
"Free from what?"
Instead of answering me. I feel my consciousness being forced out of the mind of Gwyllgi.
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