Kiara's POV
There was a war for dominance; both sides of me wanted to possess me all at once. The blood under my skin heated up as they surged my veins, and I could feel my fangs pierce out of my gum. I watched my bones elongate and the hair on my skin thicken to fur. The chains on my hands shattered as the muscles crept from under my skin. It was like a clash of war, and I was right in the center of it.
I cried in agonizing pain, trying to get back under control. To stop the pain or to at least try to harmonize the transformation. It didn't work; it never did. It felt like a brutal combat inside me. It was loud and aggressive, and with every move I made, it hurt even more.
And then, like a spell, It stopped. All the pain went away, and my senses heightened.
The scent of distant blood hit my nostrils like an old, familiar friend I hadn't greeted in a while.Urging me to chase, to hunt, to kill, and to do so urgently.
