Saviors

[Hyacinth]

I am going to die.

This is my last thought as I hit the ground and raise my hands above my head in a weak attempt at a defensive move. I know that if this wolf wanted to tear me apart, my hands would do almost nothing to slow him. And yet, instinctually, my hands raised, ready to protect me.

As my body reacts to the cold, shocking sensation of the water flowing around me, my mind is thrust into the last moment in my life when I feel so helpless and alone. I am in the bathroom of the truckstop, only this time I remember a bit more. As I was blinking in and out of consciousness, and they began hurting me and violating my body, something woke inside of me, something lethal.

Reacting to the fear of this moment, my mind reaches deep to find that well of deep power, that lethal feeling. My hands burn with the need to touch the wolf, to make him suffer the way my own body did that terrible day as I felt them leave their marks on me.

"Wait," the voice inside my head begs. "P