Fury

You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it.

The beast in me roars at the thought of a human. Weak, mind and body alike. Despite my thoughts or beliefs I have to put this aside. My sister Emilynn has been missing for months now and all my leads are cold. Like bread crumbs in the wind, now I'm forced to ask for help. I feel helpless something that I never have and this doesn't sit well in my soul. My skin itches at the thought.

I have asked for Human authority's help in finding her. I have heard rumors of a trafficking ring as the call it. Where they sell humans as playthings. I shudder at the images painting in my mind. The stories I have been told are much to horrid to say aloud. Apparently there is a delicate way to handle this and I am not what they consider a good fit. I swear if one of these creatures steps out of line I'll end there life without a secondary thought on the matter. I haven't earned my place in my world from being delicate.

Fury.

"Calm". I coo to my inner beast, getting angry will help noone. Especially Emilynn, she needs my human control now. My beast grumbles his disagreement but it's pointless. He knows we have failed her, so it's with a heavy heart that I accept help. Not defeat. I will never admit defeat, only a lesson learned. We won't rest until she is found safe and back in our den.