All semblance of Russel was buried under the immense weight of the wolf’s mind. It overpowered him and the sense of being pushed underwater intensified. The werewolf only wanted to hunt now. To kill. It needed to find prey and chase it down. It needed to feel its claws strip flesh, to guzzle blood, and feel chunks of meat slide past its throat. It didn’t have a need to satiate a specific hunger. It had a need to end life and it was not picky on the particulars. Animal, monster, or human. ...