I shift to the side, the beast growling under my skin, almost laughing at me. It's strange, usually he would go on a rampage every other night, calling for blood and carnage. I had to go hunting every two or three nights just to appease his thirst; otherwise, it would consume me. Except lately, he’s been…calm. I can feel him, watching in the background, listening, waiting for something…I just don't know what or why.
