My eyes flickered between my companion, a grey wolf named Night, and the man before me. HE held a gun. I stepped in front of him, glaring.

"Hey! That's mine!" shouted the man in my face, spit flying from his mouth.

I wiped spit off of my face and spat on his. "Night is my wolf. Isn't that right, boy?" I said, turning to look at my wolf.

But what I saw wasn't Night.

He was bending over, wounds opening up but not bleeding. Green crusting the cuts, organs and bones showing. He was foaming from the mouth.

The huntsman started shooting like crazy. I stood, terrified. The crazed wolf was not affected by the bullets.

It turned to face me.

This wasn't Night.

Night was gone.

I screamed and ran, but the beast saw me and ran towards us. It attacked the huntsman first. When I glanced back, the man had been shredded and stared at me with blank eyes. I turned, tears stinging my eyes. I ran.

I wondered if the beast still held Night's powers. And would I lose my power? Well, that was the least of my worries.

I jumped, grabbing a tree branch. I swung up to the next one. And the next.

I reached the top of the tree and looked down. I sighed and closed my eyes, concentrating. I opened them.

The crazed wolf ran past my tree, disappearing into the foliage. I sat, sobbing.

My only friend was gone. I was nothing anymore. I saw my shape slowly show.

I guess the gift still worked, even if my wolf is gone.

I cried myself to sleep.

I should never have trusted John.

When I woke, I was full of determination. My eyes burned with hatred as I sat up. I was going to find John, get the cure for Night, and kill John.

And with that, I jumped from the tree and began walking. Where, I had no idea.

And I may never know.