the wolf has taken over now - but her mind never really belonged to her anyway.
she leans back, let's instinct take over.
she rips at the girls clothes, she cannot see, can only hear and smell. snarling, excitement, fear. so much fear.
the prey shakes and cries out, she sinks her teeth into flesh, growls when warm blood finally seeps into her mouth. hold on, hold on - the pack rumbles with the murmur. don't let go. don't. can't.
she sees it before it happens - the dark wolf. he lunges, he shoves, hold on, hold on, can't, can't.
she's left with blood dripping from her jaw and the prey trembles in the snow.
—-
scars. so many scars.
she stares at her skin in the mirror and laughs, leans her head back and howls.
the raised bump of the skin feels good against her finger tips, and she wants more, more, more.
—-
she doesn't know how she got them, one day when it's peaking ninety degrees out and she tries to remember, her legs tangled in sweaty sheets and-
no
no
the monsters are coming, they are coming and they want you, they want you and you are never going to come back-
beck comes in to find her screaming and twitching in her bed, her fingernails scraping at his skin when he tries to steady her.
—-
samsamsam. yellow eyes sam. samsamsam.
she wants to hold on. hold on, hold on, she remembers the murmur of the pack. can feel it in her bones. hold on to sam.
she wants to tug at his dark hair, wants to make him look at her instead of those books that line the walls of his room.
"look at my scars."
—-
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—-
the human is overbearing on him, she no longer wants to chase him through the snow and bury herself in his dark.
she's bigger now - stronger.
she won't let go this time.
she slips through the back door and goes against every instinct as she corners her in the kitchen.
—-
alone.
she can't feel the pack anymore, can't hear their murmur run through her bones.
she doesn't know who she is - all she knows is there's another she ahead and that's bad, bad, bad.
she always loved the taste of blood in her mouth.
—-
she feels the murmur of the pack, hears them followfollowfollowrunrunrun.
she wants to go with them, wants to run too - she can hold on now! she can, she can!
she feels teeth sinking into her skin before she hears her pursuer.
yelloweyesyelloweyesgoaway
she closes her eyes, and her body sinks into snow.
she always loved the taste of blood in her mouth, even if it was her own.