Instinct Unleashed -chapter 9- By Kind Nightmares -

"You're wrong," Elias said. "Instinct isn't freedom. It's the oldest leash there is."

End of Chapter 9.

He stepped into the clearing. The grass flattened beneath his weight as though bowing. In the center lay the carcass of a stag—not killed, but undone . Ribs splayed open like the pages of a forbidden book, organs arranged in a pattern that felt almost ritualistic. His mouth watered. He hated that it watered. He knelt, fingers hovering over the warm ruin, and for a moment, he saw himself reflected in the black pool of the animal's unblinking eye. Instinct Unleashed -Chapter 9- By Kind Nightmares

The pack had scattered three nights ago after the incident at the silos. He could still hear the wet snap of Tobias's shoulder dislocating, still see the way Lena had looked at him—not with fear, but with the hollow recognition of someone watching a friend drown in slow motion. She had whispered, "You're still in there, Kael. Fight it."

Predator , the eye seemed to say. Not monster. Not yet. "You're wrong," Elias said

The rain had started to fall harder, slicking Kael's hair to his forehead, dripping into his eyes. He blinked slowly. When he looked up, his irises caught the fractured moonlight—amber now, where they had been brown.

"I want to stop being kind," he said. "Kindness was the nightmare. This?" He raised a hand, and claws extended not with effort, but with the quiet certainty of a flower opening. "This is waking up." He stepped into the clearing

Kael stood at the edge of the treeline, breath fogging the air despite the summer warmth. His hands were no longer trembling. That was the problem. For weeks, the tremor had been his anchor—proof that the thing inside him was still a passenger, not the driver. But now, stillness had settled into his bones like a second skeleton. Calm before the claw.