CHAPTER 23

All semblance of Russel was buried under the immense weight of the wolf’s mind. It overpowered him and the sense of being pushed underwater intensified. The werewolf only wanted to hunt now. To kill. It needed to find prey and chase it down. It needed to feel its claws strip flesh, to guzzle blood, and feel chunks of meat slide past its throat. It didn’t have a need to satiate a specific hunger. It had a need to end life and it was not picky on the particulars. Animal, monster, or human. It made little difference. Now it was on the trail of its latest prey. He could track the scent easily. It was definitely human but faintly floral as well. There was something underneath it he could smell. Russel’s mind, however, was too far gone to pinpoint that underlying scent and the werewolf didn’t care to know. All it cared about was catching up to the human. It went slowly at first, taking its time. The scent was so strong, he could almost see it. The world was now monochromatic and in shades