EIGHTEEN AND TO BE ALPHA

Damon's P.O.V

I let myself cast them down, one after the other. My mind blurring enough to forget which were rogues and which were not, it didn't matter. I delivered the pain to them all, ripped every last one of them apart until there was nothing but blood. Taking my time to claw away at them all, I felt the blood drip from my teeth and searched for more.

I shifted when I grew tired, let my talons dropped and went on. Punctured necks and sliced away limbs, spread the pain to them until they couldn't take it anymore. I found the ones that ran too, the ones that hid. Killed them all. I didn't stop until there was nothing left.

I look up at the night sky, a half-moon shining its light down on me while my chest thumped its vicious beat. The blood drips down from my nails, pooling at my feet, my skin soaked with crimson, the taste of it on my tongue where my canines were.