They lunged.
But before their hands touched me, the wolf inside me moved, my body vanished like wind and my claws pierced flesh before I even realized what had happened. One heartbeat, two, three... then silence broke with the sound of tearing flesh.
I ripped through them in seconds, ten men, ten hearts torn from their chests. The warmth of blood sprayed against me, staining my dress, dripping down my arms and the air reeked of iron as the ground was wet with crimson.
When the last body dropped, the ancient wolf released me back to my body. I gasped, stumbling, clutching my stomach, my nails shrank and my vision cleared. I stood in the middle of corpses, blood soaking my clothes.
My hands shook as I pressed them to my lips. "How… what have I done?"
The bodies didn't answer, their eyes were wide open, lifeless, fixed on me as I staggered back. My voice trembled. "Did you do this?" I asked the presence inside me, barely a whisper.
