Metamorphosis

Eleiney knelt on the ground, blood and flesh splattered all across the walls surrounding her. She too was covered in blood, but it wasn't hers.

The youth glanced at the corpses of the three people that she had just killed with her very hands.

"What… have I done?" She said in a trembling voice.

Her hands were now smeared with the blood of the innocent, something she'd never thought would happen to her.

Yet, the reality was often cruel and unforgiving.

When the child had pounced at her earlier, planning to kill her, her hands moved on instincts and she ended up killing the child instead.

She didn't have much time to wallow in her guilt as the other two deformed werewolves also began attacking her. However, they were no match for her.

Eleiney dealt with them in a timely manner. Her body seemed to move on its own. But now, her mind was in turmoil.