There are no words to explain how sorry I am. Here is some more. I changed the summary a bit an am thinking I might bump up the rating since I will be giving some accounts of gore. Not too much but enough that it would disturb some children. Hopefully you are all over ten at least. Anyways, yeah. Enjoy!
There's no escape for me.
Once confirming its place, Eliot realized that the wolf had been there all along hiding underneath his skin and only making subtle appearances every now and then. Like the killings, his most recent burned into his mind. It wasn't a proud moment to discover you brutally murdered a man. It's not like he hadn't before, but Eliot felt it unsettling how natural and brutal it was to rip the mans throat out. With his teeth. But the scary part was that Eliot enjoyed it and the blood in his mouth was a victory drink. Words came back to him from one of the team's previous cons. "You fight like there's something trying to get out of you." Yeah it's called a gigantic, ravenous wolf. Oh had all this time been foreshadowing his true nature? The wolf was starting to shut down the hitters last shreds of humanity. Eliot desired blood. He wanted to hunt. Anything. Everything. Wait. Stop. No. Yes. Blood. Blood could fix this. Eliot wanted to taste the victory drink of his enemies. Hear their cries of fear. Yes. Fear was satisfying. Fear was sweet music, a symphony in itself. Eliot must hunt. The wolf must hunt.