My prey's pace quickened when he heard the running water of the river. I hoped it would fill him with hope so we could crush it. Both Chana and Edgar cut him off ahead. He turned and ran parallel to the river. He was so close yet so far. The two wouldn't let him get close to the water. He'd lose a hand before they allowed it. I kept chasing him forwards. I wanted to keep him running till he dropped.
Chasing, playing, and toying with my prey made me feel like a cat again. I couldn't shift because of this human so I was taking what I could to feel like myself again.
I was loving it. We chased him through most of the night. As the sun started to rise he started to stumble and fall more and more. Eventually, he fell one last time and no amount of growling and biting at him would get him movi
