It’s like time stops. The first time you kill someone, or some werewolf, I should say. It is a life-changing moment.
I can taste blood in my mouth…and it’s good.
Ryan’s body appears lifeless below me. I wait a few seconds before I let him go, waiting to make sure he’s dead. His body goes limp. He’s not breathing, and his heart has stopped. I can tell because I hear everything.
When I finally dismount his corpse, I shake my body like a dog drying off after a bath. I feel all my muscles, the new structure of my bones and how they relate to each other, the sway of my fur. It all feels good. Somehow right.
To think, I recently wished for the gifts of the werewolf—enhanced hearing, acute sight—and here I am, a werewolf after all.
I walk over to where Alex is lying. The physical pull
