"Yeah. It's... I don't know." He said, shaking his head. He groaned as he appeared in his own mind. "Good thing I have an imagination."
"What? No." she said, looking around. "So what goes on in here?" she asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Not quite. I... I see the deaths of those who I killed. Through their eyes, too." He replied, frowning.
"Okay. Good." He replied, transforming into a timberwolf. He let out a howl. "So I have to find another alpha?" He asked.