Chapter 44

• Alpha Jackel had long since gone still, his screams silenced only by his death. Abandoning the idea of tearing him limb from limb I had opted for a far more traditional –wolfish– approach. Like any wolf on the hunt I decided to aim for the meatiest parts, the belly. I clawed my way into his belly, freeing his innards for the whole crowd to see as blood soaked my coat.
• After the tearing frenzy had subsided I noticed that Alpha Jackel had gone cold and still, not having survived my last assault. I sat back on my haunches, tail wagging slowly, as I enjoyed the feeling of victory and the delicious flavor that still coated my tongue. I never thought fear would taste so good.
• And I didn’t seem to be the only one immensely pleased with our meal. The demon slinked away back into the depths, emitting a warm loopy feeling. As if it had gotten a buzz off of the fear in the blood.