Blood Thirsty-Cake Eating Worgen

The cake was moist and delicious. Inside of what the baker made, a worgen in her human form stay, hidden in plain sight. Little did people know from the outside they would be surprised.

Within the hiding spot, her nails clawed at the cake, tasting the freshness. It was an appetizer to her entree.

Moving swiftly as she heard small voices, the worgen snapped up to the top, now covered in filling and frosting.

Inside the church, she howled at the screams of the humans as her blood pulsated through her veins. Her longer, unsheathed claws slicing through the the throats and lungs of the Scarlet Monistarry.

Fur had grown, and blood had been spilt; covering her and the floor, collapsing to the ground, a silver bullet straight into her heart.

She was sprawled there, covered in the blood of the innocent.