Ivy.
I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to feel. Last night, I did the one thing I hadn’t expected to do in quite some time. I allowed myself to go too hungry, and in the end, I ended up hunting another animal that was slaughtered without mercy to sustain the hunger burrowed inside of me.
Every time I did it, I felt guilty. Because that was another animal that’s life was lost because of what I was. Whereas the werewolves seemed to think it was a natural aspect of life, I did not.
I was a primal creature.
Something the world had never seen before, at least not in my lifetime or that of my forefathers. I was dangerous and unpredictable, or that was the words that the guys kept using repeatedly. As if by some mistake, I was placed here, and I should have been elsewhere.
