An image appeared in my head, the werewolf closest to me, now my mother smiles, hugging me to her. Here mom bites into the throat of the alpha, tears the flesh with her teeth.

Power surged out of me, I did not hold it, now I let go of all my strength. Realizing that in order to survive, I have to hurt. Now I didn't feel pressure on my throat, now I didn't feel anything. Only the power that walked across the clearing, bowing everyone to the ground. I stood and watched, like a black wolf, writhing in convulsions of pain. Howling, she bowed to the ground, acknowledging the power...