Thirty-eight

-Valdus-

I jumped on the wolf and ripped out his throat.

Once I heard her whine out in pain, all I saw was red.

Red. Red. Red.

I didn't stop when he was on ground limp. I ripped out his stomach. I tore up his skin. I tore everything up on him. You can barely even make him out with all the red coming out and covering himself. I looked around and I just attacked.

I attacked anyone who came near me. I knew I was supposed to check on her, but I needed to kill. My blood was boiling. My claws were lifting up grass every step I...