Atohi gnawed mindlessly on the corpse before him, so shredded by his razor-sharp talons and teeth had torn the remains to shreds while he feasted.

No longer a man, but a skinwalker. An unforgivable act committed and he endured the agonizing transformation from man to creature as a result. Not human, not a beast, yet cursed with memories of a life he lost and insatiable hunger he will stop at no extreme to sat.

His fasting interrupted by the sound of footfalls on the stones of the hiking trail h grabbed his latest meal from. Beady eyes snap towards it and his breathing becomes heavier.

Leaving behind his half-eaten meal to drop low and crawl through the brush towards the sound, hoping for a sconed helping today. Perhaps that would be enough to make him feel full at last. But as he reached the edge of the trail and carefully peak out without being spotted he sees...her....

The woman he loved. The woman that never knew his feelings. The woman he became a beast trying to claim as his own.