Justice

This was something that spawned from a dream I had after reading too many werwolf stories.

Wind howls around invisibly,
Biting like the fangs of long ago.
Running, branches leaving long
Raking lines down skin. Blood
Dripping, fear spiking, scent intensifying...

Deep growls surround, amber eyes
On all sides. A voice from
The shadows, deep and throaty,
Hissing, "never come on nights like this..."

Then the pain, adrenaline like a blow
To the head. Teeth tearing through flesh,
Blood flowing like wine. Then darkness comes,
Filling the crevices of the night...

The next month, when the moon is
Full once again, to run is to truly live,
To hunt, to experience the thrill
They felt as they hunted me. I do
Not blame them... I was at fault.

I ignored their warnings, invaded
Their place of power. Their form
Of justice was swift and sure
Retribution. If anything,
I am grateful to them.
Loup-garou...
Pack.