*Zac*
I need to rest for a bit. Exhausted I fall to my knees in front of a small brook, splashing the cool water in my face. After having a bit to drink, I sit down, starring downstream, feeling lost. I have been running for hours. How far have I gone ? Where am I to go ? It doesn't seem like a good idea to go home. They will probably just wait for me there.

I hold my breath, listening if they are anywhere near. I remember some old movie, were they bad guy had lost the police dogs by running through the water. So I decide to try. Right now I just need to get far away, then I can find out where to go later.

My body is protesting when I get on my feet and jump into the water. Even with my legs tired from many kilometers of running, the memory of Martin's yellow eyes and the bloody meat in the toilet makes me forget the pain and just run.

The little brook keeps growing, until it is a roaring river. I gasp feeling how cold the water is, but I grind my teeth and keep moving. Soon I have to stop. In front of me is nothing but clear sky. The forest comes to a instant stop and the river disappears into a surging waterfall. Slowly I walk to the edge, I look for a way down, but there isn't any.

I curse desperately, still unsure if I have lost my followers. If I Can just get far enough away, then this nightmare will stop and everything Will go back to normal. I lean over the fall, staring into the lake below. There is 10 meters down and the waterfall make it impossible to see how deep the water is.

There is nothing else to do than jump.

I look down once more, then pulling back my head and closing my eyes.

Shit ! I don't have the guts for this.

It is the truth but such a bad argument when I am trying to pull myself together.

But if I don't dare jump, then they will also Think that I don't dare. So if I am lucky they will Think they lost the scent and give up.

I let out a pained whimper.

Crap ! I need to do this then.

With a resigning sigh I turn, walking back a couple of meters. Then I take three deep breaths, and run as fast as possible to the edge, throwing myself into thin air, trying to get as far from the cliffs as possible. Luckily the water is deep enough where I land, but my tired muscles goes into immediate cramps as I hit the cold water and I am fighting like crazy to resurfice. When the current starts dragging me down the roaring river to the left I panic. Everytime I get up, I only get half a breath of air before breathing water, as I am pulled down again.

I have no more oxygen in my body and I have all but given up, when I spot a tree leaning over the river.

Using my last reserves, I manage to grab a branch and pull myself the last bit of way up, crawling up on the stony shore. I just lay there coughing up water, sobbing from exhausting and powerlessness. I did so not think this through. What the hell does it help to run, just to drown or die from the cold in the middle of nowhere ?

Knowing that I should move to get dry and warm, I just can't bother to get up. I am exhausted, so I roll up on a big stone that has been warmed by the sun, trying to get warm. After drifting this far down river, I am sure they are not gonna find my right now, so I can rest a bit.

I must have dozed up, because when I look up again the forest has gone dark and the setting sun a colouring the sky orange. In a quick jump I get on my feet, looking around in panic. It takes a moment before I remember using my new senses, closing my eyes and not breathing I try to listen. When I don't see or hear any sign of danger, I breathe out feeling relieved. Even if I can't go home, I still want to return to someplace well known. The forest is not a place for me; I probably won't survive one more day. I starts running south, away from the water. At some point I have to find someone who can help me back to England.

Midnight is drawing near and like the night before a heavy pain starts spreading in my guts. I can't ignore it any longer. This is when I realise that running didn't help. My body is getting ready for the transformation and I can feel my skin quiver as the headache sits in. In the end my legs give in. Out of breath I fall to my knees, rolling up as I hold my stomach.

"Stop ! Please stop it". I sob with fear. "Oh fuck it hurts so badly".

I scream when a petrifying pain makes my stomach contract. My head are pounding, like it is splitting open and I feel how my sense of scent improves. The scent of a bonfire hits me. That means there are humans nearby. They can help me. I try to get up to follow the smoke, but my legs give in and I fall flat on my face. New pains run through me, when my diaphragm pulls up and I am gasping desperately through the growing teeth.

The transformation is a bit faster this time. It is like my body remember what it has to do, so I give up on fighting it and give into the pain. Soon my doubt and fear are replaced by a gnawing hunger. For a moment I stay on my knees, looking down myself. Watching claws emerge and my body getting covered in thick brown fur, before my mind is consumed by the wolf.

When it is over, I stand up in my full height, stretching like I have just awaken from a good night's sleep. I throw back my head, sending a long howling sound into the Night. It doesn't take many moments before two voices answer me from the other side of the mountain. I sniff the air trying to locate them, and again I catch the scent of smoke. I turn towards the smell, sniffing curiously. A sweet and sour scent reaches me. It doesn't come from a prey like the elk, but it isn't the sharp smell of a predator either. The hunger is ripping at me and I don't have the patience to wait for my pack. I need to have a closer look at this scent.

With an excited howl I throw myself forward, galloping towards the smell on all four. My alpha calls for me to wait for the pack, but I ignore him, increasing my pace. Now I can smell several mouthwatering smell and they all come from the same place as the smoke. I howl again to tell the others I have found a prey.

When I come close I crunch down, sneaking closer. The kick from the elk reminds me to control my urge to just throw myself into the group sitting around the fire. It was smarter to wait, read the situation. I tilt my head, watching the creatures, while my nose is trying to Identify what they are. There is something well known about these animals sitting around a mound of fire, but I am sure I haven't hunted these before. They don't seem like a threat, as they sit there making excited sounds to each other, once in a while looking out into the darkness. None of them have antlers like the elk or a hard bite like we have. They look fragile, an easy prey.

Slowly I pull back, circling the camp a couple of times, waiting for one of the animals to part a bit from it's pack, making it more vulnerable. Finally something happened. One of the prey walked away from the fire and I am just about to attack when I low threatening growl stop me. Furious I snap around, ready to defend myself. Behind me I only hear commotion from the camp. They had ruined my chances of a surprise attack and it makes me even more angry. Not to totally lose my chance I turn after the screams. But a heavy body throw itself at me, pinning me to the ground. I roar and bite after my attacker, not caring to see who it is. I manage to get loose, taking up the hunt on the now hysterically screaming prey.

A pair of big paws grab me by the neck, lifts me and throw me backwards, away from the camp. I slam into a tree with a grunt, sliding to the ground. Dazed I get up, whimpering confused towards my pack. They are standing in my way. Cutting me of from the camp. Why did they stop me ? Don't they want to hunt ?

The yells and the scent of the prey is tempting me again. And immediately the hunting instinct take over everything. I try getting around my pack, but they move with me, not letting me past them. Suddenly there is a loud bang. My alpha gives a howl and fall to the ground and I instantly use the opening in front of me.

Two long leaps and I am inside the camp, jumping at the prey who had shot at us. My teeth closes around it's fragile neck, and after a couple of shakes I hear it's neck snap like a dry branch. I let go of the lifeless body, starting to pull the weird skin of. I sniff and lick the weird pale skin that is exposed. It doesn't seem poisonous, so i bite into it, feeling my teeth go through. This prey was much easier than the elk, I have to remember that.

I rip of a bite and hungrily swallow it happily. The two other wolves slowly enter the camp. The Alpha is hurt, while the dark brown walks towards me, whimpering for me to come with them. I look up, growling at them as a warning. I don't want to leave my prey and I don't want to share, when they didn't help me hunt.

The hurt alpha hides behind the other one. Then he disappear and one of the weird prey stands in his place. "Stop ! You need to get control of Your mind kid. You are eating a person for fucks sake".

I pull of another bite, keeping my eyes on the brown wolf. My body is tense and ready to defend the prey. I don't get what the other wolf want or where those weird sounds come from, my insecurity makes me growl as a warning.

The other wolf whimper again, steps toward the forest and look at me.

"Come one. Look at me". The new prey call out. "Get into Your thick skull what you are doing".

Confused I look up. Those sounds - I should know those sounds. I look for my alpha again for support, but there is only the new prey and the dark brown wolf.

My nose tells me that this new prey is bleeding, and instinctively I take a step forward. The other wolf instantly jump in front of me, growling at me to stay back. "Shit, I can't change back right now. I need a couple of minutes. Hold him off".

The other wolf grunts, like it understands the prey. Placing itself right in front of it. "Please stop for God's sake, it's still me. Listen to my voice. You know me, I am not prey. You need to get control or we will have to put you down". The sounds are desperate.

I hesitate. The sounds. The sounds coming from the prey is words. I know words. Words come from non-prey. My eyes start to waver, I look at the hurt man, then at the blood mass in front of me. This is also non-prey. It is.. what is the word ? Clothes ? It is clothes on the ground. It is.. a human.

Whimpering I back away from the body and turn to flee.

"No ! You need to stay and see what you have done. You need to take control of the animal. Don't run now, when you are so close. I can see that you understand me". The human say.

The voice touches something in me and I stop. It's like a box inside my mind is opening and it is filled with these words. Something else, a presence is trying to take over my mind. I take a step forward. My foot hits something wet and my eyes Fall to the bloody corpse. The presence explodes into my mind with a myriad of words and I am floored by panic and guilt.

With a helpless whimper I jump back and flee into the forest.

*Jonas*
Martin is about to run after him, but I stop him. "We can't stop him tonight. The wolf has control again. Luckily he ran in the opposite direction of the hikers, so if you follow him, keeping him on the track home, I'll stay, cleaning this up".

Martin huffs, shaking his head towards the body.

"Oh God you are gross. Hell no I am gonna eat the leftovers. I am going to find somewhere to bury him. Here are damp. If we are lucky all DNA is destroyed when they find him". I walk towards the bloody lump. "Please keep him out of trouble okay ?"

Martin grunts and sprints after the kid into the forest.