Thor
The hunt had been satisfying.
I stood over the beast's lifeless body as I shifted back into my human form, blood dripping down my skin and clinging heavily to my body. The metallic scent filled the air around me, thick and exhilarating.
It always felt good after a successful kill.
The beast lay sprawled across the forest floor, unmoving now, its massive body torn open from where we'd brought it down.
Rex and Axel stood nearby, both still alert despite the victory.
Rex remained in his human form as planned, a sword resting easily in his hand while Axel stood tense beside him, ready to transform at any moment if danger appeared.
It was a routine we had perfected long ago.
One hunted.
One guarded.
One stayed human in case we encountered people.
Simple.
Efficient.
Necessary.
But as I stared down at the dead beast, satisfaction slowly faded from me, replaced by something heavier.
Unease.
I exhaled slowly, disturbed.
Rex's expression mirrored my own thoughts exactly.
