Noctisardor Bypass [m] luke 10:19

Anselm knew it was wrong the moment he felt his teeth sink into silken skin. It was wrong in thousands of ways; race traitor, family betrayer, backbiter. The wolven creed in him withered, and it was only the face of Heda he held in his vision now, her eyes round with shock and bitter disappointment. 

His satisfaction to hear a crunch turned to ash as he realized his actions, and felt teeth secure the back of his nape. Though he fought with everything he had, this monster possessed an old man’s strength. 

Anselm kicked, he clawed, and he fought — meanwhile the rounded edge of a tree loomed close. He was being dragged against his every will, teeth snapping at everything and anything they could, but it was for nothing —

The ragged bark of the tree rushed into his peripherals. Though he flinched instinctively, it did nothing to shield the sickening crack of his skull against grainy wood. 

Anselm felt the pain for only a split second; long enough to sense the trickle of blood through the fresh cleave in his skull — before he sank lifeless into the earth. 

Amadeo’s gristly face bent over him was the last thing Anselm saw before the rotted fingers of blackness overtook him.