Chapter 42: The Scent
The taste of raw boar meat still lingered on my tongue. It was heavy and metallic. The blood I had consumed sat in my stomach like a stone weight. It was not enough to satiate the hunger but it was enough to fuel the engine of my body. The wolfsbane was a receding tide. It left behind a shoreline of wrecked nerves and a mind that felt fractured.
I was not Kael Blackwood anymore. The man who worried about politics and strategy was gone. He had died in the sand of Devil's Drop. The creature that remained was something older. It was a vessel of pure instinct.
I ran.
I was in my wolf form. The Midnight Wolf. I was massive and black as the void between stars. My paws hit the hard-packed earth of the Badlands with a rhythmic thudding that became the only sound in the wo
