Instinct Unleashed -chapter 9- By Kind Nightmares < Desktop >

The moon hung low and fractured, as if something had tried to swallow it and thought better of it. Rain fell not in droplets but in sheets—grey, relentless, the kind of rain that washed away footprints and memories in equal measure.

He stepped into the clearing. The grass flattened beneath his weight as though bowing. In the center lay the carcass of a stag—not killed, but undone . Ribs splayed open like the pages of a forbidden book, organs arranged in a pattern that felt almost ritualistic. His mouth watered. He hated that it watered. He knelt, fingers hovering over the warm ruin, and for a moment, he saw himself reflected in the black pool of the animal's unblinking eye. Instinct Unleashed -Chapter 9- By Kind Nightmares

And in the silence that followed, the rain stopped. The moon held still. And something in the dark—something older than the pack, older than the forest, older than fear—opened its eyes and recognized a kindred hunger. The moon hung low and fractured, as if

"I never left," Kael replied. "I just stopped pretending the cage had a lock." The grass flattened beneath his weight as though bowing

End of Chapter 9.