The first scream tore through my throat when the shadows began to move.
They weren't just darkness anymore – they were alive, writhing up the walls like living ink, forming shapes that burned themselves into my brain. The air grew thick, heavy with the kind of wrongness that made reality itself shiver.
FEAST, the voices thundered, and my mind cracked under the assault. CONSUME. DESTROY.
The visions hit hard and fast. Blood running down my throat. Bodies broken beneath massive paws. Cities burning as I stalked through streets, my wolf form grotesque and beautiful and wrong – too big, too dark, fur drinking light like a living void.
"Stop," I whispered, but the shadows weren't listening anymore.
They converged in the center of the room, forming a sphere of pure darkness that pulsed like
