Thrill of the Chase by Sara Omer

When the hunger clouds my mind, I disappear into the woods, putting distance between my wife and the wolf. I lose myself in my transformation, pushing my lupine muscles to exertion.

Exercise soothes my rage, but nothing satisfies my appetite except hunting. I pick up the scent of blackberries and musk. I chase my quarry deep into the forest, taking it down with a killing bite to its neck.

The deer’s gamey meat trembles in its death throes. With a convulsion, my prey transforms into the woman with doe eyes and dun-coloured hair I believed I left safe at home.