Chapter 37 The Heat

• Theodore
• The icy cold of the lake shocked me out of my shift, dousing the heat that had been driving me closer and closer to madness all night. I stroked up towards the weak light of dawn and climbed out. The scent of blood filled the air. My skin prickling in the cold. The buck lay nearby along with several other bloody, murdered deer, a few rabbit, and a fox. I climbe dout, panting and look into my shimmering reflection, hating it.
• I should be better than this.