Chapter 59: Nightmare

He is running, the trees a blur around him, moonlight shining above as bright as the sun. His feet barely skim the

ground, a primeval longing in his heart that builds in his chest and bursts from his throat as a hunter's howl.

His pack, his real pack, flows around him, their eyes shining, blood tied to his, power reaching for his. They run as

one, and he rejoices to be part of this incredible family.

Something springs from the undergrowth ahead, darts down the trail. A terrified rabbit, bolting for freedom. He soars

after it, hunger driving him forward, the catch so easy, the prey weak and pathetic as it squeals for mercy.

He lifts one arm, his powerful claws glinting in the moonlight, whole being on fire for the thrill of the kill. The prey

squirms and screams beneath him while his hand descends, talons neatly opening the abdomen.

He feasts with his brothers and sisters, the tender liver so full of life, ripping out the still-beating heart and