The killer wolf

Lowell

"You have some nerve showing up here," I exclaim because I can already smell the blood that I am going to get in a second. I don't have any issues with killing people. If you cross me, death is the only remedy.

The wolf struts over to me, and I wait for him to get closer. At this point, my inner wolf is in control. I rarely give my wolf control because he is brutal. There is nothing gentle about him, and I am all for it at this moment.

The intruder stops in front of me and the glow in his eyes brightens as it instantly leaps forward without even saying anything.

I don't need words.

I want his blood.

The other scent is still strong--the scent of the man. Even if he doesn't show himself, I will know that scent for the rest of my life. It will be engraved in and I will eventually kill him.