LIAM
A growl rips from my lips and I snarl and let my form transform to my natural form.
Jaw open and fangs glistening, I jump at the running figures, snapping and tearing flesh from bones.
Screams and cries are music to my ears as I let go of all the human control I had and let my animal out.
I am bathing in the blood, my head and lustfully into the blood that I don't see Killian shooting at me, with a sniper gun.
Straight to my chest.
I howl out, as I feel the bullet graze my lungs, going straight for my heart.
My insides feel like I am going to explode, and I feel myself hitting the cold wet asphalt.
"Fucking hell!"
"You got him! Let's go before he kills us!"
"No, he has killed all my men, I need to make sure he is dead. I want his head."
My body transforms back to a man, and I blink, as I lie on my back, eyes on the sky.
Fuck, this is bad.
