Shadowwyn Moor clan

"i kill wolves," shardul rejoined simply, settling some paces away to lick away the blood her claws had inflicted upon his flesh. "they must die, so i strike and attempt to kill each one that i see. i am the bringer of death. i am their god, and they shall be made to worship me as the arbiter of their justice. there is nothing so sweet and so desired as the taste of wolfblood, dear timber." as he spoke, the silver cat's eyes adopted a maddened light -- to hear the word of his black desires spoken, made flesh -- he shuddered with ecstasy. "join me."