I once was human, yet I lived as a stray dog. Aimlessly wondering though the darkest alleys, searching for food and company, instant gratification my sole purpose. Deep down, I’ve always been a dog, but the actual transformation didn’t happen ‘till recently. Or perhaps, it has been happening gradually over the years, without me realizing it.
As a pack animal, I had friends. We belonged together and watched each other’s back; we were a gang, loyal to each other. Loyalty though, comes with a price.
I then found a home and left them. A good home indeed for as long as it lasted. Only it didn’t last long. The past came to haunt me. My dog friends sensed the betrayal. They came to wreck my new life. The gang burnt the house, stole everything and killed my mistress.
That was the night when it finally happened. I thought I was human, yet I was just a domesticated animal, a pet, or better, a herding dog. For as long as it lasted. Mission failed. That night, under the full moon, my coat turned thicker, my bark became and endless howl, as the tamed dog turned into a ruthless wolf, a proper monster.
The herding dog fell short. It was time for the wolf to take over.
So now, I am a lone wolf. I feed on blood and misery. I’m after my former friends, seeking revenge for all that I have lost. I rip each one of them apart, the moment I isolate them from the pack. I love the sight of their blood on the ground. I love the sound of their screams as they die.
Yet most of all, I love the feeling of vindication. Of justice being served. They should have known;
loyalty always comes with a price.