Aug 29, 2004 21:12
How the hell did she dare return? She’d raised my ire on one too many times. Instead of chasing her, I’d teach her a lesson. I’d picked up his scent, I could track anything. I was going to find him, fuck him, and then bring her his head on a platter.
I was the cat and she was the mouse, not the other way around. The blood lust rose in me. This was the joy of being a Lycan, I could change and I would change. The repulsive feeling that for now, good had won a small battle made me vomit.
Most of the pack would be in the local pub, most of them ruled by the moon. It was time for us to rule the moon. To rid the world of the plague of the undead and then take it over, eternal night, grow the humans in farms for food, single-handedly I would change the face of the world and go down in history.