Transformed

My body shudders violently as the wolf instincts fully take over my brain, a maelstrom of primal urges that consume every last vestige of my human thought. The sensations are overwhelming, a cacophony of sights, sounds, and scents that assault my senses and drive me to the brink of madness. My eyes glaze over, the world around me fading into a blur as my soul begins to leave my body. I feel it slipping away, a sense of detachment that grows with each passing moment. It's as if I'm watching myself from outside my body, powerless to stop the transformation that's consuming me. The wolf instincts are a raging fire, burning away everything that made me human and leaving only a primal, animalistic consciousness in its wake. The world around me grows darker, the trees and rocks and grass becoming nothing more than a hazy blur. I feel my body tensing, preparing to spring into action, but my mind is no longer in control. The wolf is taking over, its instincts guiding my movements as I become nothing more than a vessel for its primal urges. A final shudder runs through my body, a violent convulsion that leaves me trembling and helpless. And then, in an instant, it's over. My soul is gone, consumed by the wolf's instincts and erased from existence. I'm no longer human, no longer a thinking, feeling being. I'm just a wolf, driven by primal urges and instinctual needs. As I stand there, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of transformation, I feel a sense of emptiness. It's as if a part of me has been torn away, leaving only a hollow shell in its place. But the wolf doesn't feel this way. It's alive, vibrant, and pulsing with energy. With a sudden burst of movement, I spring into action, my body propelling me forward with a speed and agility that's both exhilarating and terrifying. I'm running, my paws pounding the earth as I give in to the wolf's instincts. I'm no longer in control, but I don't care. For the first time in my life, I feel truly free. The world blurs around me, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that I can barely process. I'm hunting, driven by a primal need to chase and catch. My senses are on high alert, my ears perked up and my nose twitching as I track my prey. And then, in an instant, I'm upon it. A small rabbit, trembling with fear as I pounce. My jaws close around its body, and I feel a rush of satisfaction as I claim my prize. I'm a wolf, a predator, and I've taken down my prey. As I stand there, my chest heaving with exertion, I feel a sense of triumph. The wolf has taken over, and I'm nothing more than a vessel for its primal urges. I'm no longer human, no longer a thinking, feeling being. I'm just a wolf, driven by instinct and primal need. And in this moment, I'm at peace.