. Uncontrollable.

It's been hours of searching, but neither the wolves nor the humans have catch the New Wolf in town-- Blake.

Not that they can't see her, they can, but getting hold of her is the problem.

Blake moves like a storm given form, tearing through the city with nothing but destruction in her wake.

Glass shatters where she passes, streetlights flicker and burst, the pavement cracks beneath her claws.

Her massive form, shifting between something beastly and something unrecognizable, blurs in the dim glow of the emergency lights flashing throughout the city.

She is neither hiding nor stopping.

She wants to be seen.

She wants to tear this world apart. That's what feels right to her for now.

Her breath comes in ragged, animalistic snarls, her thoughts fragmented, broken by the overwhelming hunger for devastation.

There is no control, no sense of self, only the primal need to destroy everything in her path.