Chapter 40. Who Am I?

Red mist hung in the air, obscuring the woman's view of her surroundings. Her thoughts were fueled with a vengeance and a taste for blood. All around her were wolves with eyes as red as blood. She could hear their thoughts—mostly scrambled and distorted, but urged on by hate. Hate of the other clans of wolves. 

These wolves lived in fear and loathing of the others because they lived in the good graces of the moon goddess. These were outlaws. They were outcasts. Rogues. 

The woman broke through the clearing, and the wolf beneath her raised its huge head, opened its maw, and let out a piercing howl. The other wolves immediately responded, their howls reaching a crescendo, until the woman spoke two words. "Shut up!"

Their muzzles closed immediately as they shot to attention, their postures straight and rigid. The wolf that the woman was on, stopped in front of a cottage, and she got down from its back. Her eyes flicked this way and that, as if in search of s