WARNING: GROSS AND VIVID DESCRIPTION OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH.
DOMINIC.
There are shouts.
Screams really.
That is what brings me back to the present.
“Oh my goddess, he killed her!”
“He killed his Luna!”
“s**t!”
“What are you waiting for? Run!”
“He killed the Luna!”
“Hw killed her!”
“He has gone mad!”
I look down at myself, where I am covered with several cuts and brushes healing, my claws are stained and dripping with blood and guts.
Clarisse.
“Clarisse!”
I turn around, my eyes wild and frantic as I search for her only to come to a screeching halt at the sight I see.
Cla… Clarisse?
There Is a wolf on the floor.
A wolf's corpse to be precise.
A familiar wolf.
Contrary to the wolf's usual appearance, its fur is no longer the smooth and clean, gray coat.
Now, it is covered
