#Chapter 112 Personality Problem

Dominic The hunt was on. I had forgotten what it was like to be this hungry, and this devoted to capturing the source of the delicious smell that wafted into my nose and my soul. My vision was blurry at the edges, the red lens of my wolf honing in like night vision on the path ahead. Get her. The light at the end of the tunnel. The golden wolf, a trophy for me to catch and devour however I see fit. Mine for the taking, for the winning. Blood pumping through my veins was loud in my head, reverberating around my skull as if trying to escape from within. I had tunnel vision, looking forward and only forward towards the golden animal bonding through the trees ahead of me. Who is she? What is she? I knew, somewhere, who and what she was. If I tried hard enough I could grab a name and a life story from the recesses of my brain. But my wolf didn’t care. My wolf only wants to chase, capture, and consume. I wanted to grab her and caress her and bite her and take her as mi