Chapter 4: What Have I Become?
Corven laughed, gripping his head with both hands, fingers curling into his scalp.
"No way, right...?" he said aloud, his voice cracking under the weight of disbelief, as if saying it might tether his sanity in place.
Wolves were one thing.
But humans?
Humans were a different kind of story.
A dangerous kind.
"Mister...? Are you alright?" a small voice called out from behind him, soft, hesitant.
Corven turned slowly.
A child. Barely four years old, with wide eyes and messy hair, clutching a tiny stuffed animal in one hand.
"Yes... I’m fine," Corven answered, forcing a smile. He let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sigh choked with dread.
But his instincts said otherwise.
They screamed otherwise.