The witch of sloth. My senses were locked onto her, but even in the state I was in, I wasn't foolish enough to go after her.
"Darling, would you like to go on a hunt?" Selthia asked, looking at me with concern evident on her face.
I took several more deep breaths. It was getting harder and harder to control my bloodlust.
When did I get so emotional?
Giving in to the temptation of killing something is probably not a good idea.
I need to be more careful from here on.
"I'm fine, we should go back home."
My vision was doubled, and my ears were ringing. It felt as if my body was punishing me for not giving in to my urges.
This wasn't the first time I was experiencing a strong urge to kill. It happened a lot for werewolves. I remember my family and I experienced it a lot when we first went to live in the city, but over time we managed to suppress our urges without hurting anyone.
While back then the other werewolves of the Lycann pack took out their bloodlust on the skinwalkers.
