Werewolves point of view

As I smell the cold, sweet scent of the undead,
My nose crinkles in disgust.
They killed my parents,
They killed everyone I loved.

I let out a roar of pain and change,
I'm a monster, I deserve nothing more.
I run for miles hunting them down,
They deserve to go through every moment of pain I did.

I hunt them down,
This one is strong.
He waits for me,
Sensing my presence.

"Hello dog."
He speaks calmly.
I stand ready to attack,
"Leach..."

He steps foreword,
"So you've finally found me."
He circles around me,
His scent is disgustingly overpowering.

I let out a growl as he step foreword,
He shows his fangs, long and repulsive.
I strike with the fury of the demons,
but he remains still.

"You thought it would be that easy?"
He laughs at me as if I was a child.
I howl, calling my pack,
This one deserves something painful.

They arrive within seconds,
Ready to fight.
For the first time I see fear in his eyes,
I step foreword.

"Burn in Hell!"
I growl as we all strike simultaneously.
He screeches in pain as we tear him to shreds,
He deserves much worse than this.

My pack stands back so I can give the final blow,
I viciously rip out his throat.
We morph back into our human forms,
"I'm sorry, man" The pack leader whispers to me.

We pick up his remains and burn them,
Knowing that if we didn't he would surely regenerate.
As he burns I feel free,
My final revenge is complete.