And so I had to take the road again, for the sake of my companions. A deep breath, and into the wolf's lair... It was more dangerous than I thought, also, coherent enough and clear. I am becoming, and taking the journey of Wolf's Cry threw me even harder into the wolf's skin. It's been three days and I won't settle down, uneasy, craving, fangs out and yearning. There was no choice - I had to. Guess I haven't changed much. It brings out the dark side in me, like in that period when it was dominating me. And I like it, because I feel this is who I am, these are my howls, this is what it's like to be alive. Oh, and I'm so alive, panting and screaming and lost in deep lust. Wolf's Cry reminds me of who I really am. A wolf, a mistress, sometimes in between. The sadistic urge, the darkness of the hunt, and above all - this totality, oh this totality, my curse and my bless, my dear friend and great foe... Take my hand then, and let me guide you into the paths of my Wolf's Cry. "Tonight, love, make me scream in pain".
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