— (based off of 'la solitude' by joshua k. aalampour)

— Desperate times called for desperate measures. He couldn't leave you to fend for yourself against the hunters. He rather fend against the hunters himself rather than let the person he loved the most, die.

— Injecting the drug in him, he grunted loudly— already feeling the effects of it taking place. Bones snapping, flesh tearing apart, face transforming into a that of a beast. He felt that unwanted bloodlust welling up inside.