Kral's POV
"Who else dares to challenge my queen?" I exclaimed, consumed by a raging fire that burned away my sanity. Seated upon my high-backed chair, I gritted my teeth and uttered those words with anger.
Familiar crazy coursed through my veins as the image of a black wolf howling invaded my mind. The primal urge to shift surged like a scorching flame, engulfing my heart. Sinister shades of red crawled into my eyes, fueled by a bloodlust that once again boiled within me.
Veins bulged on my arms and neck, and my hands, now shifted into wolf-like claws, involuntarily clenched, eager to rend and destroy.
I craved blood! The red, flowing kind, permeated with the pungent scent!
The figures before me, dressed in white garments, looked upon me with a mix of fear and disdain. They cowered behind sharp spears, yet I could perceive the darkness beneath their fearful facade, tainted by disgust and contempt.
Tear them apart! The desires within me clamored.
