I watched Axel stride toward the house, totally oblivious to his nemesis watching him.
"Enjoy your night, Axel," I muttered under my breath. "It might be one of your last."
Once he disappeared inside, I turned my attention back to the gates. The night stretched out before me and I couldn't help but smile.
This was my time. My world. And tonight, someone was going to pay for Axel's stupid rant this afternoon. For every time he came to bug and irk me out with his stupid rants, I'd make sure to hold someone up for him.
The prospect of what was about to happen next made my insides tickle. I stretched my hands in the air, blissfully taking in the cool breeze that carried whispers of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the faint noise of the pack settling for the night.
This was my time, the hour when the mundane folded in on itself, and my true self—true evil was unleashed.