Samantha

Morning came and I lay awake staring at the ceiling, the pendant still felt warm against my chest, while my mind replayed the dream in vivid, horror detail.

The wolf with red eyes, the blood the bodies, and Thomas Thornton running away.

Also, the woman's face, twisted in death.

I seem to have killed people or my wolf had done it on my sixteenth birthday, I guess I witnessed a murder and then went on a rampage, killing the perpetrators before someone whose face I still couldn't ...