Another howl echoed across the vast landscape, impossible to outrun, and instinct told Kelly that the beast wouldn’t be far behind. She knew now, first hand, just how devastatingly controlling it could become, that even against all human protest, the werewolf won out in the end, and even daylight wouldn't stop it. Had the hunter, now become the hunted?

The creature, unfamiliar with its surroundings, burst through the front living room of the house, landing several meters from the porch and within reach of Jimmy's unconscious body. It let out a low guttural growl, sniffing around the scrawny human, and yet seeming uninterested in taking any further action, almost as though the thrill of the hunt was spoiled by unchallenged prey. The wolf's ears perked up and it sniffed the air, pointing its nose in the direction of where the [i]real[/i] hunt began. 

With quick and refined reflexes, it bolted in that direction, kicking up a dust cloud of dirt and dried grass as it crossed the flat acreage and headed toward the forest in search of the source. “Friend”. It was buried somewhere deep down within Czigani’s humanity, and yet instinct overwhelmed reasoning in the battle of control, as she picked up speed, gaining much more ground than her now human counterpart.

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