The Master and The Beast Age21+

This is a story on how a true monster was created in her eyes. How she hated what has came out of her. How the beast cried for her and she had to walk away. This is where the monster was born under the red moon. Alone and not knowing what to do, she left the beast to crying for their mother.

I ran and ran for miles not knowing how long I was running for. My breath was huffing in and out harshly. I can smell you now I growl out. My body was huge pitch black fur and huge claws digging the dirt as I ran faster to catch them. I am a wolf, born a wolf. I have no spirt wolf that came to me when I was thirtheen. I have no wolf voice in my head. I am just a beast that can shapeshift in a beast, death themselves would be afraid of me. No one has seen my true form for those who have did not live to tale the tale of the dark beast, and I plan to keep it that way.

Soon I was at a cliff where the smell has stopped. Now where did they go, I ask to no one who was around. I turn to look more but I have found nothing to the eye, I could not smell anything either. I need these targets dead or he would have my head. His commends I must follow, he owns me, my life. I must do as he says for my life I would not have.

Now I fight, I fight to live another day. I fight to please my master. And the blood I have on my hands forever made my insane with madness.

This book is a better update to the The king and the slaved Beast. I did not like how I have written the story so I am redoing it completley. The moth. : )
Waring this book is messed up so bad that not even the devil himself would read this. You have been warned, may god help your souls.