It happened fast.
The truck that came from the left did not see the trafficlight had turned red.
Red like the head wound that she got from collapsing into the cardoor on the right side.
Red like the internal wounds she got from the seatbelt.
Red like the color Paul saw when it happened. In a strange way, they were lucky he was at Sam's place. It got trashed before. The giant wolf howled in pain, unable to stand up, unable to control himself. Unable to die too.
He phased back, throwing up, before ripping his skin again.
They could feel it. All of them. The madness that crept into his head, the madness of loss.
He phased back again, sitting on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Sam ran to him, not knowing how to help, but not able to leave his friend alone. "Kill me." Paul whispered, before turning into a wolf again, howling to the night sky. "Please kill me." He cried in his head. "Paul.. I can't..."
But then the walls around his mind cracked, feeling the total despair of his beta, knowing it would never ever end.
Then it ended, as did the red in Paul's eyes. The light, the life.
Sam cried as he carefully lay down his friend to the ground. Uncontrolled his tears ran down freely, blind for the terrified look in his wife's eyes. Terrified at what she saw.
It happened so fast.