Prey wasn't hard to find.

A few curves in the street, and there it was. The perfect place to unleash her hatred.

In moments, Felicity was at that doorway. No wolf would stop her now. Dark magic fizzled out, gripping the door and splintering it into a million pieces. Such a powerful action felt effortless in her snarling rage.

Corn-yellow fur met her on the inside. She crouched, prowling forwards.

"What..." The Thunderwylf's voice drifted into fearful shock as he stared at her, eyes wide. "Who... who are you?"

Such an easy answer. "Pynk," she spat. Her claws scraped nicks in the floorboards.

The wolf backed away further, terror overtaking his folding limbs. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Giving you what you deserve." Her tail flicked steadily as her ears drew back in aggression. "For Kyra." The small sliver of sensibility emerged long enough to supply the name in return for Felix. But it didn't matter. She knew who the death was really for.

His jaw fell open. "How..." Gulping, he took another step backwards, bringing his hind legs in contact with the wall. Felicity kept advancing. "How do you know my daughter?"

So many questions. A small chuckle slipped out amongst her snarls. Too bad he won't be around long enough to get the answers.

She was tired of talk now. Her heart screamed for blood. And blood it would get.

The tensions in her back legs released suddenly, launching her forwards, claws outstretched. Kyra's father darted to the side, forcing her to collide with the wall. Staggering to her paws, she growled in frustration, and chased him as he bolted into the next room. You aren't getting away from me that easy.

"Callista!" he yelled as he dived to avoid another of her pounces. "Help!"

For just the briefest moment, he paused, looking up towards the stairs in the corner - most likely searching for his wife. That moment cost him dearly.

He wasn't ready for her attack this time. In one leap, she was upon him, paws wrapping around his neck and digging into the skin. Her magic flared up again, seizing him and forcing the energy from his limbs. Some part of her knew the effort would hurt later, but she didn't have the control to consider that consequence now. Her only focus was the delight it gave her to rake her claws across his flank, decorating his yellow Pelt with scarlet stripes.

But before she could dig deeper, another set of paws thumped into her chest, forcing her away from the Thunderwylf and sending her flying into the nearby wall. The impact stunned her. She lay still, her gaze resting on the second wolf as they released her, and for a moment her mind was clear.

Then she saw the teal fur, and any hope of calm was gone.

"What in Sylvera is this?" Kyra's mother exclaimed, staring at Felicity in surprise. "I didn't know Glitterwylves could go feral." She stepped closer, peering down at her. Growling, Felicity tried to rise, to fight, but the daze still lingered in her throbbing head.

"Callista, she... she knows Kyra," came the Thunderwylf's hoarse whisper. He had no more success than her at standing. Curiously, Felicity followed the sound. She stared at the blood trickling from her own clawed gouges in his side. Blood. She had to feel that sensation.

Callista twisted her head to the side. "Interesting. Tell me, little feral wolf, how-"

But Felicity was done talking. With a lustful howl, she shot from her space on the floor, skidding around the Seawylf to reach her prey. No collision could stop her now. Dark energy buzzed in her veins, heightening her senses. All that mattered was that red liquid.

Her claws sunk in, stabbing right into the scratches. His cries were like melodies to her straightened ears. Sticky fluid washed over her paws, turning her pink fur a dark shade of intense scarlet.

By the time Callista reached her, it was too late. The wounds had widened to expand across his whole chest. The room faded into silence.

Dead.

Teal paws shoved her aside. She rolled over and rose again, watching as Kyra's mother stared down in horror at the body of her husband. Whispering his name, she shook him gently, but her actions were pointless. They both knew that.

Deep red stains spread from her dripping paws. Stretching her claws, she let it flow, closing her eyes briefly in pleasure. When they opened again, Callista's gaze rested on hers.

Her eyes were burning with hatred.

"I don't care if you know my daughter," she hissed. "For that, Glitterwylf, you'll die."

Yet she still didn't move. Felicity's eyes sparkled. The terror of prey just made it all the more satisfying.

"No," she replied. "You will." She took a single step forwards, leaving behind a bloodstained pawprint. "All evil bleeds at the claws of Pynk."

They both leapt at the same time. Their claws met in mid-air, both scraping with equal ferocity. Felicity slashed erratically, aiming for the stomach, the snout, the paws, the shoulder... anywhere that would draw that perfect blood.

With a heavy swipe, Callista ended the frantic brawl, catching Felicity's chest and pushing her to the ground. Struggling fiercely, Felicity snarled with endless rage, but she had met her match. The Seawylf's claws burned with the fresh pain of loss.

But it wasn't over.

Tiny trails, glittering darkly, sprung to life in Felicity's vision. They coiled around Callista, threading over her muscles, seeping concentrated magic into her fur.

Felicity had always been particularly skilled at controlling her magic. Many a time had she slipped into the forest with Felix, testing the strength of her powers in the confines of the trees whilst he stood beside her, ever encouraging. She remembered her mother commenting that perhaps there was an unbalance in their abilities - she had too much magic, while Felix had too little.

Yet not ever she had ever exerted her power this much.

It felt incredible. At her mind's will, Callista froze, her claws halted in their pursuit for Felicity's exposed neck. Then, with a force so large she could sense the tremors in her chest, the Seawylf was pushed backwards, sailing across the room and crashing into the furthest wall. The ceiling trembled. The planks creaked. Tiny cracks weaved amongst the lines of wood as the material splintered, powerless against the might of the magic her darkness had caused.

Kyra's mother collapsed in a heap. She groaned in response to a sharp snap in her chest. Delighted, Felicity drew her fangs back in a gleeful grin.

Growling steadily, Callista pushed herself upright, stumbling sideways as her snout contracted in pain. But she wasn't done. Specs of blood seeped through her teal chest as she stalked forward, her eyes glowing with contempt.

Unmoving, Felicity remained on the floor, her bloodied paws resting gently on the polished wood. Her grin didn't falter as she seized the glittering strands once more. The thudding pain from the effort felt so much better than the hollowness that had resided there before.

In one swift movement, her mind enclosed the Seawylf once more, tossing her backwards. But this time she didn't let go. Her magic's grip shifted along Callista's paralysed spine, curling tightly around her throat.

At a leisurely speed, Felicity rose. Her limbs trembled from exhaustion, yet her step was measured and precise, hardened by her limitless fury. Gradually, she approached Kyra's mother, her ears relaxing from their stiff determination.

"What are you?" the Seawylf whispered, her breath now emerging as rapid bursts. The vengeance in her eyes had faded. Now, it was only confusion and a deep fear that remained.

Felicity shrugged. "I'm Pynk," she replied in a low hiss.

Feebly, Callista attempted to squirm, but she was held rigidly in place. "Kyra would never..." - she paused, gasping as the magic squeezed tighter - "... never associate with you."

The words stung. But the further pain only enticed her to move closer, leaning over the wheezing Seawylf. "How would you know?" She bent lower, twisting her snout to allow them to stare straight into each other's eyes. "You haven't spoken to her, not properly, in moons. You don't know what she would do. I doubt you could point out where she lives." Her eyes sparkled, satisfied. "You're not a mother to her. Not anymore."

Callista battled the grip, desperate to flinch away. Somehow, Felicity's mind still had the strength to press back.

It wasn't long before Callista stopped fighting. Her movements subsided, allowing the magic to easily settle over her. Shame dulled her eyes as she looked back at Felicity.

"You're right," she breathed, so quiet that Felicity had to incline her ears forwards to detect the sound. "I'm not. I should have... supported her."

"But you didn't." Felicity's snarl grew louder, opposite in volume to her prey. "You let her suffer."

All at once, the magic exploded. All her final effort was unleashed, pressing deep into Callista's neck. Kyra's mother struggled again, but her attempts were useless against the full force of Felicity's anger.

Pain and terror flooded Callista's eyes. Her jaws snapped open, sucking in failed breaths of air.

"Tell Kyra..." The words faded into rasping gulps as she fought for her final pants. With another inhale, she forced out, "Tell Kyra I... I love her."

Her neck snapped.

Felicity collapsed, her energy spent.

And with the sudden silence, the darkness rushed away.

She found herself gasping for breath, every muscle in her body aching fiercely. Staring at the floor, she watched the blood pool, blending with her scarlet paws.

Eventually, she found the courage to lift her head. The sight shattered her heart.

Kyra's mother lay still, lifeless. Her teal fur was ruffled and matted, speckled with blood. Her claws were still half-stretched, still fighting, still desperate to hang on for her daughter. Her neck was twisted sickeningly, red splodges emerging from within. But it was her eyes, her glassy eyes, still wet with her dying tears, shining with her final words, that broke Felicity.

Tell Kyra I love her.

A heart-wrenching sob escaped her. And another. Before she knew it, she was lying amongst the pools, head resting on Callista's broken body, weeping all her pain away.

Yet it still wasn't enough.

She didn't know how long she lay there. Salty tears mixing with warm blood all lapping at her sides, drenching her pink fur in shades of darkest red. The lump in her throat felt as if it would be stuck there forever. The hurt would never end.

It didn't make it better. She knew that. Yet somehow, for some reason she didn't wish to be told, something inside her still burned with bloodlust.

She didn't want to give into it. But she knew she had to. As much as she promised herself to push it deeper next time, it would always creep back to the surface and overthrow her broken mind.

Those murdering violet eyes... they would never stop haunting her.

She had to find him. It would be another death on her claws. But it could be her last.

Though the thought gave her some hope, it wasn't enough to overcome the ache of her sorrow.

Several minutes, maybe even hours, passed by. She kept crying. It was only when the thud of pawsteps vibrated through the floorboards to meet her shuddering body did she finally snap upright.

A part of her wanted to be caught. She deserved it. Unfortunately, that wasn't the part that controlled her instincts. As quick as a flash, she was up and running, shoving the back window open and leaping out and away.

Her head pounded with exhaustion. Her heart throbbed with guilt, and sadness, and that everlasting anger. Her fur leaked dripping trails of blood. Still she kept sprinting, one thought driving her onwards.

One last kill. Just one more. Then it could all be over.