Twists and Turns
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If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
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Wood. Deer. Rabbit.
Scents flood the wolf's nose.
Dew on plants. Moss. The clean scent from rain.
The wolf has not smelt this in so long. All he smelt was chemical-death-dust. It is too much. His head hurts with it. He does not mind the pain. This pain is clean. It is not screams and smoke and ash and death. This is freedom.
The wolf wants to howl, but he does not. There is no pack now. No one to return his call. The wolf has a human. But she is not Pack. She smells of greed-curiosity-disgust-possession. Pack smells of home-love-safety. She will never be Pack.
The wolf turns west, running faster. He knows the cubs went this way as they fled. He does not know if they live. The bond to Pack is shriveled and aching. If the cubs live they are too far now. Too far for him to follow.
He is weak and burnt. Easy prey. Pack was supposed to take care of the weak and injured. Two scared cubs do not make Pack. They cannot care for him. They must flee. Or they too would be hunted.
The wolf lets loose a snarl as anger pulses in his chest burning as he had burned. As he still burns. He will rend and tear and kill. He will destroy those who killed his Pack.
The moon is full and heavy above. It pounds in him with his rage.
The night is young and he wants to kill. He turns east. Away from the cubs. Away from that loss. He runs towards the deer. He will kill one. He is hungry. There is no meat in his clean den. No blood, no freshness. It is as stale as the den's scent.
The wolf grins viciously as he approaches quietly ready to hunt.
But then the wind changes.
It brings new scents. Unwelcome scents. The scent of another wolf. Of an intruder.
The wolf does not howl. He turns to the wind and follows. He is clever. He is quick. He knows this scent. He circles the Alpha and waits. The wolf can be patient. Oh so patient.
The Alpha speaks at the wolf. He does not answer. He has no words for this intruder. Only death. The Alpha is confident as they all are. The wolf bares his death in a bloodthirsty grin.
The Alpha steps closer.
The wolf rips him in two.
