I glance at the clock for the millionth time, 5am.
The twins soft snoring finally calmed my nerves a few hours ago, every time I close my eyes, the scenes unfold as clear as they were in real time. Each time, the fear grips me and bile rises in my throat. I decide to go and take a shower and wash off the filth from the events of the day my skin feeling filthy, discusting and I may now be a wolf but I never wanted to harm anyone. I have someone's blood on my hands. I took a life.
I step in to the shower and turn the water as hot as I can stand it.
I scrub until my skin is raw, its no use I don't feel any cleaner, nor do I feel any better about what I have done. I'm not sure how long I stand scrubbing and I don't even notice the blood starting to seep through my skin or the shower door o
