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Chapter 2 - The Kill.

My tail wagged softly and soon froze, hearing the front door open and close. With my instincts getting the best of me, I instantly bolted down the stairs and growled loudly at the intruder. Seeing it wasn't my mom, I grew even more hostile and snarled, baring my sharp teeth at the man viciously, stepping forward to attack. Swiftly and quickly, I jumped and sank my teeth into his arm, thrashing my head around as I only bit down harder and refused to let go. Taking every hit he gave, I used my front and back paws to claw into his thighs and chest before jumping down from his arm. With taste of blood on my tongue, I went full kill mode and stood on my hind legs, using every muscle in my front paws to push him down.

Once he hit the ground, I snarled loudly and circled around to the front of his face as the fear was clear in his eyes. At that moment, every ounce of my humanity left and nothing else showed but the urge to bite and kill. Baring my teeth, I lunged forward and bit down into his bare throat, pulling out skin and flesh before going back in to rip at his jugular with a single strike. As he writhed and gagged, I growled with effort and lapped at the blood pouring from his jerking body, pulling off skin to get to the warm flesh underneath. With blood covering my muzzle and paws, I panted and took one last bite from his body, pulling on his arm to chew on as a toy.

It was a good thing that my mom wouldn't be home for a few days, which meant this 'incident' would only be between myself and the wolf hiding inside me. I woke up on the floor, blood and chunks of flesh covered my hands and I could taste the metallic liquid wash over my tongue as I slowly sat up. Looking down at my bare body, I shivered and froze once I saw the bloody body torn and ripped apart right next to me. It was a truly horrific, yet exciting sight... Blood stained the floors and walls, covering his face and torn open throat in a sheet of red. Images flashed through my mind, yet none of it made sense until I thought more on it. I did this... I killed this robber and in the most violent way possible. Then again, if I didn't kill him, what would've happened to the house? To me? To kill was the only solution to protect myself. I had to do it. What surprised me more, was the fact I didn't scream or vomit from seeing this. I just felt powerful, more alive and alert... To be like this, to be this animal of the night and kill with only instinct to rely on. Seems being a wolf isn't so bad after all.