"Where are you taking us?" I whisper.

The man was leading us through the woods. The bugs squeak and buzz loudly in my ears. My hands shake. My emotions are flustered together. I'm sweating. I watched him in his Hellhound form. He looked angry. He looked scared. I didn't even recognize him. 

"Where do you think sweetheart? The Nematon." The man says.

"Why would he turn from us?" Megumi asks. 

"Is it not ovbious? He's a Hellhound. His sole purpose is to drag people into the fires of Hell." The man says.

I wince when he says that. It hurts me when the man talks about his purpose. Kenshin isn't like that. He's not a kill sword anymore. He's brave. He's strong. He's a good person no matter what the man says.

I hear the sound of footsteps and growling. We're close. The man pushes us into the bushes. He turns and tells us to be quiet. I see the Nematon and there are bodies. My eyes widen. Megumi almost screams. Enishi puts his hands over her mouth. 

I see Kenshin walking out of the bushes. In his hands there was a wolf. A dead one. A wolf who's inners looked to be ripped out. Blood was all over Kenshin. He drags the wolf onto the tree. He then opens his mouth. His fangs were so sharp. He chomps down on the wolf's head. He rips out a chunk of flesh.

"Oh. Gross." Megumi mutters.

"What is he doing?" I mutter.

"Eating. Hellhound's often hunt wolves or bears." The man says.

Kenshin sits down and the Nematon lights up.