Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

It had happened like a switch flipping. Icy fire spread up his neck and the roaring in his ears rose to a crescendo. His mind went blank and he was no longer Memory teaching a pup to spar, he was Cyn, Nix's little Alpha in training. A roar rose from his throat like something released from hell, and his teeth dug deeper, dragging deep lacerations and punctures in the boys chest. He wrenched his head sideways, pinning the pup on his back in the dirt, breathing heavy as he tried to regain control of himself and calm down the kid.