Rapture

Fate

He steps forward, and speed blurs his figure out of sight, reappearing behind Krey.

His fingers wrap around the werewolf's head. Sharp nails piercing in the scalp with a smooth wet sound. Krey shouts and twists in agony as he is lifted off his feet, blood trickling from his hairline in multiple streams.

"Observe, dogs."

He swings Krey in the air as if he is a child's doll, presenting him to his packmates. I see their horrified faces in the torchlight as their leader's tears of fear mix with the blood running down his face.

"Here be the fate of he who touches this woman."

His golden eyes flare. Krey's black hair shines with sunlight, then bursts aflame. His howling screams echo through the woods; the sweet-sour stench of burning flesh snaking up my nose.

His hand shines brighter than the fire its grasping; unflinching inside the flames. Krey's eyeballs start melting from the heat; their milky substance losing shape and dripping down his crisping cheeks.

I feel a cold void expanding inside me as I watch.

He lets the Alpha finish howling his life out before he drops him dead on the forest ground.

"Send my regards to Mulha."