Aubrey

I slumped onto my sleeping patch, my muscles were sore, my head was aching, my sight was foggy, and my thoughts were distorted.

The stars changed patterns, weaving in and out of existence, new constellations forming and erasing with the speed at which they formed.

What happened to me, I thought lazily.

Greyback happened, you silly boy, a voice from within my head muttered.

As I lay sprawled on the floor, I cursed my old ancestor Greyback and the scratchy voices of his old hosts that played constantly in my head. Greyback and all his old hosts held feasts, parties, carnivals, funerals and reincarnations in my head, and I had to play host to all of them. What a miserable existence, I moaned in the silence of the night.

'Poor Aubrey, you don't even have a harem. I don't know if it's because you're weak, but I didn't take this long to form my harem,' Said Rakim, an old, perverted Arab host of Greyback said.

'Thats only because you already had one before being blessed with Greyback, you old fool,' I retorted tastelessly, both annoyed at the old man and at the fact that they could access my thoughts.

If only I could access their strengths the same way they did my thoughts then I wouldn't have a problem, I complained.

I groaned loudly, and Greyback nearly took over again from my rage, this time because an ant had taken aim at my bare back. It took some spectacular breathing technique to stop Greyback from taking over. How I'd learnt that, I didn't know.

I didn't have sufficient knowledge of how the wolf worked inside me, and all attempts at tapping from the memories of the old wolves fell flat, and even the most talkative hosts fell quiet every time I thought of getting some knowledge of Greyback from them.

Greyback was a journey you took on your own, Jacques, the old french sailor declared one time I had tried to call on their memories, and every one had different memories and experiences anyway, Ricardo added.

Ricardo was a one of the more tolerable old hosts, and from the memories of his that I tapped, he didn't have the best time with Greyback.

The only thing they ever let slip, by accident of course, was that Greyback had 3 brothers, and they were on a constant journey to unite themselves, and the closest anyone every got was getting 2 of them together.

Rob the Dirty almost got three together, but he met the third dead off a fresh wound, his hide transferred to another soul already.

Rob always bragged about it in a bittersweet tone, but he was never sad.

Greyback himself rarely spoke, and he was his most active when it was time to fight. Today was not different, when he took over and killed two police officers who pulled me over. I'd felt threatened by them, and Greyback thought it was a good idea to simply take over and murder them.

Transforming was weird at first, but I felt a surge of power as I instantly grew 2 feet taller to 8 '5", my black hair became gray, my skin became pale, and my fingers grew longer and sharper.

The men tried to run at the sight of my transformation, but Greyback held them back with his strong arms.

I'd given up on trying to gain control back, and I focused on pleading with him not to play with his food, as he usually did.

My pleas fell on deaf ears though, as he inserted his index fingers into their mouths, and expertly cut off their tongues as they gagged in fear, eliminating all the chances they had to call for help.

The tongues didn't taste nice, I thought. The weren't bloody though, which came as a triumph for the blood loving Wolf.

I could smell the fear and confusion in the officers bodies from a mile away, as well as the other hormones that dripped out of their pores, an upgrade I got courtesy of Greyback.

The man on the left was hyperventilating, kicking and thrashing at the air, strikes offset by the sheer length of Greyback's hands. The other was basically passed out, he'd given up on the spot and he was barely breathing.

I felt humane pity for them as he squeezed his hands a little tighter around their necks. He increased the grip on the men's necks, crushing their bones slowly.

Listening to the sound of their bones cracking gave me a little mental fortitude and after a spectacular struggle with Greyback, I gained a little control of the situation, and I bit off the man's throat swiftly, much to the anger of Greyback. I ripped out the other man's heart too, and after I felt both their bodies go from trembling messes to limp, pitiful figures, I relinquished control back to Greyback.

This was the longest I'd ever held control of him, and it was the first time I'd forcefully taken control of him as short as it was. It was difficult, he was a strong, old entity, and he required even stronger personalities to control him. I felt fury boiling under my control, with Greyback feeling frustrated, as I forged on with my power. I understood that it would take time to build the stamina required to hold such a powerful entity down.

I let him eat the bodies in peace as I felt my spirit collapse deep inside, tired from the experience, and my mental stability was left in tatters.

He was hungry anyway, he said grumpily, trying to justify his actions, even though I was too tired to argue and evade his mental gymnastics tonight.

I granted him complete control as he sped through the city back to the little coven we found on our first adventure 2 months ago.

The breeze blows through, hitting my naked body in all the wrong places, and reminding me to bring supplies to this place. I had a feeling we'll be crashing here a lot more frequently, with Greyback's presence getting stronger within me by the day.