Animalistic

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I'd like to say the heat that spread over my shocked face was from anger, but I know it wasn't. My reddened cheeks were not a by product of rage, rather-UGH! I grab my face and give my cheeks a good slap. I can't believe him! He kissed and dissed me! God I can't wait to kick his fucking ass when I see him again! In fact, I'm going to go find and give him a good kiss. KICK! I MEAN KICK!

Shaking my head furiously to get my thoughts back under control, I set off into the crowd to find my stupid mate. HATE! Find that stupid guy I HATE. Jesus, Jas get it together! While caught up in my own muddled thoughts, the mystical sensations of the party envelope me into the even more muddled state of loose yet strangled connective isolation. My sore muscles pull and stretch as I weave myself through the streaks of neon bodies, trying to locate Atlas and his blue flames, but the befuddlement of the faerie circle's powers put my senses in an incapacitated state. How did he even find me in all of this? I feel as if I'm walking through a maze of neon bodies with no end, no familiarity in sight and then I hear it, so prevalent, yet so far off.

A scream. A wail.

My nose fills with the metallic scent I've dealt with before.

Blood.

My sight fills with an overwhelming presence of deep dark red as it bleeds through the rest of the neon bodies around me. The music halting to a stop, amplifying the screams and howls and growls instead. A line of mangled red dyed wolves with beady golden eyes approach from the west side of the circle, the smell of rust carrying from the bleeding form under them. A mop of pale hair pooled onto the floor, stained with red sends a feeling of complete and utter dread through me.

"Rogues!" Fills the pungent air.

The screams amplify, a stampede of running bodies begins, flooding east to the pack house, but all I can do is stand there and stare at the dark clad body as bodies rush past me, hitting my shoulders as they flee in panic. The tearing of clothes lets me know a few have turned, intending to fight, but all i can do is stand there and stare at the familiar pale blood soaked skin.

Once the crowd had left the immediate vicinity of the danger, my heart went back to beating, my brain finally processed what I saw. Rogues. Blood. Audri.

And then I felt it, the rawness that filled my veins, every part of me shook in complete and total rage. Then I lost it.

My shift was instant. Breaking out of clothes, some pieces still clinging to my fur as I lunged for my friend. With all of my weight, I smashed into the Rogue hovering over her and knocked him off of his feet. The others saw this as a call to action. Thrashing and growling and fighting filled the air, but all I cared about was Audri.

Her body lay still on the ground, a pool of dark red soaking into the ground around her, dying her disheveled blonde strands red. The gouge in her side releases this rusty liquid, the chunk of her side thrown upon the ground next to her, a piece of her black shirt still attached to it. Her face was still, her lips parted, eyes skyward, drinking in the canopy of selfishly serine stars above. My Audri. No.

With the heaviest of hearts and the most shattered soul, I lean down to her, pushing her with my nose to rouse her. The scent of death filled my nose. Get up. I told her. Get up. GET UP! Get up! I screamed.

A searing pain in my side brought my head whipping to my assailant, the one with her blood around his mouth. Just the sight of him sends me reeling. Loosing all control to my rage.

Teeth gnash, flesh is clawed, chunks of skin are ripped, bodies smash, blood is spilled. A body pinned, rolled over, pinned again, throats are torn, necks snapped, flesh torn. I take one hit and give three back, wailing my mourning onto the killer before me. Blood fills my eyes and all I see is red. All I taste, that sweet metallic liquid. All I hear, howls of pain. All I want, revenge. I hover over him, his broken bloodied form. I want revenge. I want justice. I want pain. I want blood. My teeth bare and I lock them around his exposed neck. I want death.