A Moon
A Full Moon
The fire burned through my veins as I ran through the forest, fighting my transformation, fighting the feral instinct in my body which was telling me to howl, telling me to rip the enemy limb from limb for daring to hurt my pack, for daring to question my leadership as the Alpha. I was the leader, and the demons were going to die. I was trapped, I was helpless, and I was alone. But I was also a wolf. And the wolfish part of me was telling me, an Alpha is never alone, the pack is a whole body, and you are the heart. Keep beating. Keep fighting. Keep searching for the other parts of your body, because you have to avenge every lost limb in this battle, and keep the scars, they mark you as a fighter. Then the human in me said, become both sides of yourself, and let your anger move you. Even as the thought hit me, even as the determination told me to keep moving, to find my friends, I heard the screams, the battle, the deaths. I knew this would be a final battle to the doors, but I got to choose, whose final battle it was. I ran through the forest and found a friend, someone, whom I thought I had lost. Find your pack, the wolf had said. And I did.
