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Three new born wolf cubs
suckled greedily. The largest and first-born male pulled away from his
mother and struggled to stand on his wobbly legs. His eyes glowed as if
reflecting flames from a raging, out of control fire. He stood for a few
minutes in a trance and then with the speed of an Arctic wind devoured one
of the other cubs, tearing the limbs off its still wet body, ripping the
soft underbelly apart, exposing the sinews. After swallowing every piece
of flesh and bone and licking the crimson droplets of blood from the mass
of fur that remained, the wolf cub turned on its siblings.
Within moments, he began
to shake. Agonizing howls shrieked through chunks of flesh clinging to his
sharp, pyramidal teeth. He changed form, growing in size, strength, and
sturdiness.
The exhausted mother
wolf, waking to the noise, lifted her head to check on her cubs. When she
spotted the large wolf and saw none of her cubs, she sprang to her paws
and growled in fear at the strange beast. The two snarled at each other;
his red eyes glowed brighter. The wolf attacked its weakened mother,
ripping at the flesh of her neck with his long, sharp claws. She fought
back, but recognizing the great strength shown by the evil wolf, she ran
into the forest. The wolf was ready to pursue and kill her, but stopped,
vomited his half-eaten prey and began the change to an even larger, more
powerful wolf. With his wounded mother’s blood still dripping from his
claws, he finished the transition. When the growls and shrieks ended,
there stood a wolf, over four feet in height, weighing over five hundred
pounds of muscle, bone, fur, and pure evil. It howled into the empty
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