Infernos rage takes possession of my soul. Then, it explodes forth, engulfing all-natural sense suppressing my human side. Color fades, melting from my eyes leaving white soulless orbs. Lips curve upwards, nine-inch canines exposed, moistened by saliva seeping downwards dripping in strands off their points. Soulless voices echo "Kill Mistress kill" as wulfen vaporous bodies rise, taking form with black and red eyes. Standing by my side while the darkening gray mist, pouring off my body snaking along the ground, towards the battle I see ahead. Reminded by the vision which greeted me entering the tension within the packhouse. My oldest cub, Lolita in her mid form. Stood poised half crouched to fight to the death defending her terrified siblings. Her siblings huddled close together in the far corner of the living room behind their sister. Every nerve in Lolita's frame fired for a fight. Causing her body to tremble. Every muscle bulging within lolita's arms down to her hands. Which coil tightly, gripping her deadly black razor-sharp katanas with intent. Her eyes glow with a ferocity I have never seen. Remembering these images fuels the seething ice rage taking hold of us. Blades of grass and dirt beneath Clementina's paws die as she passes before she presses down. Their life energy raped them in seconds. Seen wilting from healthy green to tan, to a brittle dry cream beneath Clementina's paws. Clementina's wulf spoken tone seethes sinister intent when she tells me, "To threaten my pack is one thing. TO INSTILL TERROR IN MY CUBS! You chose the wrong pack to fuck with NECROMANCER! Pray you to kill me. For that which does not... Should Run."