I sit here in this dark and dank cellar, planning. I wait for Ghost to feed me, she will soon. I can sense it. Every time she walks over the hidden door she pauses, listening. I can't speak anymore, but I feel peoples' thoughts. I can sense that she wants me to do something. So every time she pauses over the door, I whine.
One of these days she will let out, and on that day I will eat her.

I'm growing weak. I've already eaten the two corpses that accompanied me, nibbled on their fucking bones even! I feel like a fucking cannibal. Every time Ghost walks over me, I whimper with the best I can, which isn't much anymore. She's going to let me out soon, she has to…

I can feel my ribs sticking out of my skin. This skin sags on me, and I was thin in the beginning. She's going to kill me. I can't even make a sound when she passes over me. Am I dead? Is this what it's like for Ginger?
I can't even open my eyes I'm so weak. I'm amazed my heart can still pump blood and that I'm breathing, however shallow my breaths may be.

I've figured it out… She's trying to make me so weak that I won't be able to attack her. Oh, but I will. I'll kill her for killing me. And when I do, she'll be begging for death.

There's a light, Fuck it's bright. I can see it through my eyelids it's so fucking bright.
"Come on, Brigitte," she coos to me.
Fuck that! I move sluggishly to a sitting position. It feels awkward to sit in this new form. My body tells me that I'm too weak to attack her, so does she, but I'm determined. I go onto all fours and growl at her. I open my eyes just to be sure where she is, though I know I don't need to, I can smell her. I can now smell her musky scent of fear. Good, I deserve to be feared. I growl and pounce on her, going for her jugular. I only nip it, making her go down. She yells then I start crushing her face. This feels good. Bloodlust makes its way into my veins, and it feels so fucking good. This is how Ginger felt. When she talks to me, I'll tell her how good this felt, killing, and I know she'll say 'told you so'. But for the moment, I want to break every bone in the kid's body. She puts her arm up to try protect herself, that's easily removed. She screams, then I break her jaw. I nibble on her arm while it's still attached to her body. Her legs come next, bloody hell they're good. I crunch on her crotch, enjoying the taste of her organs. Her pelvis I'll save for later to use for grinding my teeth.
The bitch is still alive and kicking, correction, thrashing around because she now has no legs to kick with. I break the skin around her ribs, cracking some of them. The noise turns me on. She screams.
Ask me for Death.
Her eyes widen after I think this. She heard me? How? She tries to say something, but I crunch her ribs again, not quite breaking them. She screams and finally is squealing for something. Death? Yes, that is exactly what I want. Her screams turn me on even more. Finally I kill her, crushing her skull into her brains. I eat her guts, damn they're good! The cartilage around her vertebra is tasty. I use her ribs as toothpicks. As promised, I grind my teeth on her pelvis.
Hours have passed and I'm gorged. The remains of Ghost are starting to rot and smell. My snout is red with her blood, the fur clumping with it. I want sleep, so I gently rest my head upon my paws and close my eyes.

The house is lit by moonlight. It gives everything an eerie silver glow, and makes the blood that my paws trail behind me black. I feel so much stronger, and my fur doesn't sag so much anymore because of my bloated belly. I run into the forest, joining the other Wolves.