I refused to let my life end like this.

The wind itself seemed to be against me…the chilly air showed no remorse for my wounds as a steady breeze built up here and there, irritating me to no end. How long had it been since I had been captured? Long enough for me to forget my mission…well, not that long anyway. I felt fine though, and so I began to plot to escape. My shirt had been stripped away, sometime in between my sleep, and so my body had been left to the elements. It was almost dark out, and I knew what I had to do. I had to run when the vile things were beginning to change into their true forms. I had enough sense to know that during their transformation they were their weakest. Human weapons wouldn't feel natural in the hands of such abominations, so I could easily grab their weapons and smite them. Yet a voice in my head kept telling me not to worry, just to rest, go back to sleep…as I had for quite while. Each time I saw the same delusion, the same dream, and each time it felt better and it got longer with more killing…

I shook the feeling off…there was no other chance for me to escape alive except for tonight. I had heard stories of how the mind is bent when in such trying times as these, but how could I ever enjoy sleep at a time like this? I had the strength to run, and I could strike enough of the beasts down to make an escape if I got up. I began to steadily move towards the caves entrance. I knew one thing; I would not lose my humanity in such a way. If so, it would be my choice.

I kept moving. My back against the wall, my breathing slowed, so as not to attract attention. Then, I made my break out into the snow and began to run into the woods. I remembered from the first incident with these monsters. Being out in the open was not a good idea. They were smart and I smiled in spite of my situation. They obviously weren't smart enough. Where were they? Probably chasing down some poor man. As cold as it sounds, I could've cared less. I knew one thing for sure, that man wasn't me. I ran harder then I ever had before in my life. Driven by fear, and by the happiness that comes when you realize that your distance from that fear is increasing.

"Uh…" I stopped to catch my breath for a moment. My body, however, had other plans. The mind could only push the body so far, and now it seemed no matter how much longer I pushed, it would no longer obey.

I rested against a tree, and slumped to my knees. I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to fall to the ground. I had to get moving again. I was so tired though…I've never been so tired in my life. That's when I heard a noise, and I felt energy rushing through my weary veins once again and stood up. I was about to run, until I saw what had toppled to the floor.

"Arwell?" I said startled.

"Yes," answered a looming figure, he came out of the dark wood, the moonlight illuminating his features. He had a blue tattoo on the side of his face, and brown eyes that flickered with bit of yellow. "The woman, she's alive, young one. What will you do?"

"You're a coward."

"Come now, I promise you that I there's a good reason for this." A howl erupted from all over. More followed, and the man smiled a wicked smiled.

"I won't let this happen."

"Really now, are you sure? Don't you hear the song?" I rushed him. I didn't know how fast he was. I crumpled to the ground, holding my stomach where he had landed his kick.

"I will spare her." If I could've spoken instead of gasping for air, I would've cursed his lie. "I will also spare you…my brother."

Then he howled, a strange, sensual sound, and then my eyes widened in realization. I was too late.

"No!" I screamed. I fell on the ground. I had failed, I could hear him laughing, the man. My brother. No…no I will not succumb to this.

Yet there was nothing that seemed to stop this curse that was coursing through my body. I screamed, I fought, and yet I knew what would bring me relief. I knew what would give me freedom. I could it clawing within me.

Come with me…be one with me.

"Please, no.." I said weakly, and then I could no longer hold it, and my eyes found themselves centered on the moon and embracing the fate that would chain me to that cursed orb that hung in the night sky forever. I felt pain, pain more than anything. I looked at my hands, I cried as my bones changed shaped. I felt my face…stretch, and I heard my scream throughout the entire ordeal. Then it was over, and I opened my eyes to see the claws my fingers had become.

"Rise." The man said, and I did, and then I howled and I heard the beautiful song. Then I realized that the wolf was not in control, but I was the same. This was who I was. The werewolf in front of me grabbed Arwell with his claws and raised her up. She began to stir.

"I spared her. I never said you wouldn't." I didn't understand what he meant, until I felt the hunger surge through. It was a feeling more powerful than I had ever felt. "You know what you must do. It's your choice."

My choice, yes, it's my choice. This curse was a blessing. This was what I really was. No…what was wrong with me? Did I really believe that? I controlled everything here, I could do anything I wished…I controlled this. I would choose when and if I lost my humanity. Then I thought… what has humanity done for me besides chained me to life of servitude? A boy stripped from a young age and raised to do only one thing well, and that was to kill.

"Just one bite, that's all she needs to become like us." I didn't want that, I wanted to eat her. What was wrong with me? These were my thoughts…my thoughts, this was my life I would never do such at thing. Two more wolves came to us and dropped off two half-dead unarmed Nords. Bandits by the looks of it, and their eyes were wide with fear.

"Have them both."

I made my choice, my claws ripped into the first one's flesh and as his scream rose in the air, I cut it off by clamping my jaws over his throat. His blood splattered over my eyes, and my lust for his flesh was incredible. It did not possess me however, I knew what I was doing, and I enjoyed it. I ate him, and tore him alive, and then when the other fainted from seeing the gruesome sight, I did the same to him. I turned on Arwell and my jaws tore at her leg. She screamed in pain, and then to my surprise, she began to convulse, and I saw her disturbing transformation, how she fought it. I questioned why she did so, why didn't see let it overtake her? Why didn't she embrace it?
She fought it no longer, and then she was before me. We stared at each other, and I found no anger in her eyes, just joy as she another bandit being held and I watched her eat him alive. Then we howled, howled under the dark moonlight for as long as we could.

The rest was a blur. There was screaming, death, and young ones being carried off to the caves along with others. They were to be turned I knew, to carry it on. Then there was the taste of flesh, more powerful than any other. The little village that Arwell had brought me too became nothing as the men had already died from the first attack.

I smiled as I saw one man charge at me with a stick, I launched towards his side and sank my teeth in his skin. He was to be carried off and be turned I decided. The screams were not screams, they were the cries of joy of others who would soon be with us.

They would join us in our song.

P.S. Holy crap, that scared even me. Alright, when I load this on it's going to be a…temporary ending. I can decide to develop the rest of my buried plot developments later, or leave it as is. It all depends on how I feel it seems. Hope my Dad doesn't read this, gee, a little too weird, eh?