The forest blurring past.
The crunching of the leaves as I run ever
fast.
My feet hitting, my head spinning
it's bright and full, the moon.
I can feel it happening,the pain. Soon.
I'm going to shift.
My feet begin to rise.
They change not only in size.
My paws touch down.
I stop to listen.
My mouth drips, my eyes glisten.
Somethings coming.
Again I start to run.
Faster than a bullet leaving a gun.
I begin to hunt.
I dont stop as I tear limb from limb.
Ive committed yet another sin.
A rabbit? A fox? Another wolf.
Murder. Its not something I meant to do.
If you were a wolf, you'd do it to.
