Lila Throne's Point Of View.
Being a werewolf is not just about the thrill of the hunt or the power I feel under the full moon. It is a tricky game of hiding and controlling myself, one that I have gotten really good at over the years. My name is Lila Thorne, and beneath my sweet, friendly exterior, there's a dark, wild creature.
During the day, I am the perfect picture of innocence. I work at the local bookstore, chatting with Mr. Thompson and helping customers find books. I have carefully created this human persona. People see me as friendly, helpful, and completely harmless. It's almost funny how easily they are fooled but when night falls and the moon rises, my true nature comes alive.
The transformation is both painful and thrilling. My bones snap and reshape, my muscles grow and tighten, and my senses become incredibly sharp. The moment my human side fades away and the werewolf takes over, I feel truly alive.
I live for the kill. There's nothing like the excitement of the hunt, a rush that no human experience can match. The scent of fear, the sound of a heartbeat pounding in terror — it's crystal addictive. Torturing my prey before the final kill makes it even better and amazing. I love their screams, and their desperate pleas for mercy. There is a twisted beauty in their suffering, a symphony of agony that excites something deep inside me.
Drinking human blood is the ultimate climax of my hunts. The warm, metallic taste, the life essence flowing into me, fills me with power. It's a ritual, a sacred act that connects me to my victims in their final moments. Each drop is a reminder of my dominance as well as a testament to the beast within. I have learned to control my urges and blend in with the unsuspecting humans around me. At first, I choose my victims and then follow them for few days before I torture them, kill them and drink their delicious blood.
I dispose of their bodies in ways that don't arouse suspicion, making their disappearances seem like tragic accidents or the work of some unknown monster, which is the most well-known reason.
My appearance helps me maintain the facade. With my soft, brown eyes and gentle smile, I am the last person anyone would suspect of having such dark desires. I dress modestly, favoring pastels and floral prints, enhancing the image of a harmless girl next door but beneath the surface, the wolf lurks, always ready to strike.
I have also learned how to manipulate those around me. A kind word here, a sympathetic ear there—people trust me and confide in me, never suspecting the darkness that lies beneath. I gather information, learn their secrets, and use that knowledge to protect myself and further my own ends like the predator hiding in plain sight and, as long as I play my part well, the hunt will continue, and the delicious blood will keep flowing.
I was lost in my own thoughts, enjoying the thrill of my dark nature, when a sudden noise snapped me back to reality. I turned my head just in time to see a girl, probably no older than sixteen, running towards me. Her face was pale, and her eyes were wide with fear. She kept looking over her shoulder, and I saw a group of rough and terrible looking guys chasing her.
"Help! Please, help me!" the girl shouted, while her voice was shaking with panic.
For a moment, I was annoyed. How dare she interrupt my moment of reflection but then I saw an opportunity. This could be interesting. I quickly slipped on my mask of sweet innocence and stepped forward to meet her.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a baby tone, as I made my eyes full of concern towards her. "Who are they and why are they chasing you?"
The girl stopped in front of me, while gasping for breath. "I… -I am a journalist and that's how I recorded their illegal activities. They run a drug ring, and I threatened to go to the police for the same with the evidence." she admitted, while her voice was trembling. "... and now they want to kill me. Please, you have to help me!"
I glanced at the approaching men, then back at the girl. She looked desperate, while her eyes were pleading. "Come with me," I said softly, and took her hand. "I know a safe place. Follow me."
I led her quickly away from the town, towards the dense forest aka my rendevous. As we walked, I kept reassuring her. "It's just a little further but you will be safe and sound there."
The girl kept looking around nervously while matching the pace with me and said, "Are you sure this is safe? To be precise, where are we going?" She was still shaking, while her breath was coming in short, frightened gasps.
"Don't worry," I said while keeping my voice calm and soothing. "I know a place deep in the woods where they will never find you."
As we ventured deeper into the forest, one could see how my excitement started to grow. She had no idea what she was walking into, no idea that her savior was the very monster she should fear most. The thrill of the hunt was bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed. I felt a surge of anticipation. Tonight will be interesting indeed.
"Thank you," She said, while her voice was shaking less now. "I don't know what I would have done if you had not been there and had not agreed to help me." It was all so typical, really. Humans and their endless cycles of betrayal and desperation.
I smiled, a genuine one this time, but not for the reason she thought. "It's alright. You are safe now."
We finally reached a secluded spot, surrounded by trees and hidden from view. I stopped and turned to face her. She looked relieved, as her guard finally started to drop point by point.
It was going to be another perfect hunt, and I could not wait to taste her blood and, of course, her fear.
"Do you need a place to stay tonight?" I asked while trying to be gentle, already knowing the answer.
She nodded, while her eyes were in tears. "Yes, please. I have nowhere else to go."
"Alright," I said, and reached out to pat her hand. "You can stay with me tonight. I will make sure you are safe and sound forever." The girl's relief was clear.
"Thank you once again for the last minute help." she said as she expressed, while her voice was full of gratitude. The girl glanced away, while her eyes scanned the darkening forest.
"It's okay girl." I began, while my voice was still sweet but with an edge started to creep in, "I believe there are good people out there. People who need to be tortured and killed."
The moment she looked back at me, her face froze in terror. I was not standing where I had been a moment ago. Panic flickered in her eyes as she started to back away, and her breath started to quicken.
"What's wrong?" I asked from the other side, while taking a step forward towards her. "You don't believe in my words? Your reaction seems to be contradicting my words."
Before she could respond, a low growl filled the air. The girl spun around, searching for the source of the sound in a panic mode. The moment she turned back to me, her eyes widened even more. I was loving each and every bit of it.
My own eyes had changed color, glowing with an eerie, unnatural light. My features twisted into something not quite human, a glimpse of the monster within.
"Who… what are you?" She stammered, while backing away from me and adding few distances between us.
I smiled, letting a bit more of my true nature show. "You should be more careful who you trust. Not everyone is what they seem, sweetie."
The girl's fear was palpable, as her eyes were darting around as if looking for an escape but there was nowhere to run. She was trapped, and the hunt had only just begun. The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, and I could feel my darker instincts taking over.
"You know, earlier about my views," I said, as I took another step forward, "people with morals are the easiest to manipulate. They think they are so righteous, but in reality they aren't."
She stumbled back, while her eyes were wide in fear as she gasped in anxiety. "W -what are you talking a -bbout?"
I laughed, a cold and chilling sound could be heard around the dark forest. "I am talking about people like you who think exposing others makes them heroes. It's amusing, you know."
"Please, I did not mean to cause trouble," She pleaded, while her voice was breaking.
"Oh, but you did," I said, while my eyes were flashing with excitement. "You stirred up a nice little mess that is my lust for blood and now, you get to pay for it."
She turned to run, but I was quicker in grabbing her arm. "You know what's funny? You thought you were running from monsters but you ran right into one."
"Let me go! Please." She cried while struggling against my grip.
I leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "No one's coming to save you, girl. Not now, not ever. People like you deserve what's coming."
She tried to scream, but I covered her mouth with my hand and said further, "Shh, no need to make a fuss. It's just you and me out here. No one is going to hear you."
Her eyes filled with tears, and I could feel her trembling. "Fear suits you," I said softly, almost to myself. "It's a shame it has to end so soon." I laughed hysterically. Tonight would be another perfect hunt, and I could not wait to taste her blood.
She suddenly managed to twist free from my grip and took off running. I let her go for a moment, enjoying the thrill of the chase. As I crept through the forest, the thrill of the hunt pulsed through my veins. The moon hung low, casting long shadows that danced through the trees. I was in my element, the predator lurking just out of sight. That's when I saw her — a girl in her teens, struggling and crying. She did not get far before she screamed in pain and fell to the ground, her leg caught in a foothold trap. I approached her slowly, savoring each and every step with a cunning smile.
The girl was writhing on the ground, trying to free herself. She looked up at me with a mix of fear and desperation.
"You should have stayed with me," I half yelled from a distance. "... but I guess it's more fun this way, isn't it?"
She sobbed, while her hands were clawing at the trap. "Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
I shook my head, smiling. "Oh, I know you won't because you won't be able to." The girl's eyes were wide with fear, while her breath was coming in short, panicked gasps.
My heart did not pound with empathy; it buzzed with excitement. I moved closer, while the leaves could be heard rustling underfoot. All of a sudden, I heard another noise. I froze and saw a man, crouched over the girl, whispering urgently, "Hang on, I will get help."
I watched him from the shadows, savoring the sight of his horror. The man was so engrossed in trying to help her, he did not even notice me approach at first. The girl saw me first, while her eyes were widening in panic.
"Help me, please!" She sobbed, as she looked from him to me, while the confusion and the terror were blending in her expression.
The man turned, and I saw his blood run cold, while his fear was palpable in the dim light. My presence was enough to unsettle him. I could see him trying to process the situation, while his mind could be seen racing. The girl whimpered while trying to pull her leg free and the man dialed a number. He whispered urgently into the phone. "I am at the old mill, near the forest in Light Haven. There's a girl here. She is caught in a trap and badly hurt."