I lay on my back against the sweet smelling clover, eyes trained on the sky. The weather here was always shifting, changing from warm and sunny to frigid and overcast in a matter of hours. Today the clouds were magnificent. Huge rolling beasts that felt like the wings of angels spreading over us all. It was supposed to storm later, heavens wrath unleashing upon the earth. I sincerely hoped it would. The sky was almost as beautiful when it was angry as when it was calm.
I could feel small insects, ants and tiny spiders, crawling over my arms and legs, but did nothing to stop them. I wouldn't hurt them, and it did make any sense to brush them off if I was only going to lay back down and be covered again. Still their tickling little legs did make my skin itch a little. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. It smelled like the clover, fresh cut grass, and just a little of the approaching storm. Rain on asphalt, ozone, damp soil. It was soothing.
That was how they found me, sprawled out with my eyes closed on a patch of clover. It probably would have seemed peaceful if it wasn't for all the blood. It was old, dark and crusty, splattered over my clothes and shoes. My skin was mostly clean except under my fingernails. Those were ragged and torn, caked with blood and dirt.
Some one screamed, a woman. How stereotypical. Why don't the men ever scream? I let out a curt breath, suddenly not so calm and serene. I heard them start to come closer. A man said my name, calling to me. I hadn't moved except for the sigh. Maybe they had thought I was dead?
The man said my name again, an I felt a snarl rise up from my throat. My face pinched into a ferocious expression, my eyes still closed, as the deep, threatening sound erupted. The man yelped. Well there, that was a little more original.
There was a panicked sort of whispering going on a bit father away, probably the search party wondering what to do. I felt a smug sort of satisfaction knowing that if they touched me I could -- and would -- kill them. The beast in my chest agreed, and I subtly tensed my muscles as someone new stepped forward.
"M-mommy?" It was a child. My eyes shot open, another growl tearing from my chest. I flipped lightning fast into a defensive crouch, teeth bared. The little girl screamed and threw her hands up over her face. When nothing hit her she peeked back around her shield of flesh. "Mom? W-why are you so messy?" She sounded terrified, the poor thing.
I bared my teeth, then spoke roughly. "The mother you knew is gone, child. I am what is left of her." My eyes flashed orange and a tear plopped down the little girl's face. "Do you want to join your mom?" I asked, my harshness not softened by the wolfy smile I gave her.
She hesitated, and someone behind her started shrieking for her to get back. We both ignored them, our eyes locked. Slowly, she nodded.
That was all I needed. I launched myself at her, canines extending and claws forming just before I slammed into her. Gun shots fired, and a spark of pain bloomed in my chest, but I was undeterred. I bit down on the girls shoulder, poisoning her with my saliva. More gunshots fired, and there was screaming and crying, all merging together as I pulled my jaws away from the girl-- my daughter, and looked down at her. Her shoulder had begun to heal almost instantly, and she opened her eyes. They were glowing bright, bright orange, like the harvest moon. After a moment, they cooled and she grinned.
"Hello mommy. I'm hungry." Her pearly little teeth flashed and I jumped away from her.
Shifting was still painful, especially with all those bullet wounds on me, but I got through it quickly, claws sprouting and ears elongating. My back arched painfully before popping into place, my hands morphing into giant paws. I shook my new fur and howled once to clear my throat. A higher howl joined mine and I gave my daughter a wolfy smile. She grinned back and we took off, chasing the now fleeing humans.
I got to them first, pouncing on the back of a portly woman, her soft flesh giving under my claws. I tore out her throat and moved to the next, pouncing again and again until every human from the group was dead or on their way there. I turned back, joining the small wolf --practically a pup-- at one of the bodies.
Eat up I told her mentally. we'll need to do some running once were finished here.
She nodded, tearing off a large chunk of flesh from the arm of the man who first spoke my name. I turned to a different corpse, indulging myself in the hot blood that still pooled around it and soaked it's muscles. It was no longer a person, just a gruesome meal.
We made quick work of them, leaving them unrecognizable and ourselves full. Then we took off running on all fours, howling with joy and exuberation as the skies opened up on us, pouring warm rain down through the forest's canopy