Whiskey.
Being in the form of my inner monster was one of the absolute worst things for me. To say I hate it would be a serious understatement. It makes me feel wild and untamed, like the feral beasts that I hunt. But when I don’t have access to a car, helicopter, or motorbike, it is the next best way to travel across the country. I will have to stop at the next town I come across and steal a car. I was fast in this form, even with my bag and the map case in my mouth. My beast side may be smaller than the natural born dogs I hunt, but I was undoubtedly stronger, and faster. My lifelong training had molded me into the perfect killing machine, plus with the addition of my power, it meant I was impossible to beat. No matter how big the beast I faced was, I was always better.
I slowly mad
