I trembled in my boots trying to figure out how to do my crazy weather magic again, but the fear of being ripped apart from the talking wolf paralyzed me. I have no clue what I did back in the desert, I just lost my mind and sung a song like a fucking magic girl! Then again, I have no idea what I could do with weather magic. Unless I knew what components made weather phenomenon possible.

"Wait," I thought, realizing what I remembered in Physics class. The weather has; Water, air, ice, light, heat, cold, and electricity. "So if I could isolate one component, I could create more undermining whatever rules I may have. Hehe, I love it when a plan comes together."

More confident with myself, I smiled at the talking she-wolf with a slightly cheeky grin, but one thing was off about her. I don't know why, but there was something in her eyes. 'Admiration? Curiosity maybe?' Whatever it was. It didn't sit well in my stomach.

"Well? I'm waiting," the she-wolf said through a yawn.

"Hold on, I'm thinking," I replied, panic starting to set in. The she-wolf waited patiently with her spear at the ready for my initial attack. Thinking that a duel was a good idea to save myself, was a good idea at the time but quickly went to shit very quickly. Though, I think acting out like an all powerful being of the sky was what got me into this position in the first place.

I looked up towards the sky, wondering what to do. There was no cloud in sight and the she-wolf at the other side of the room was getting impatient. "I miss the rain," I sighed trying to remember how helpful the rain was to me.

"That's it, human, time to die," the she-wolf growled before the sound of heavy footsteps started to rush towards me.

I'm not sure why, but I started to hum a gentle melody knowing that I was probably going to die by impalement. I closed my eyes thinking of the rain, humming a tune and waiting for my death. Sure it was a bit morbid how I can just accept my demise. It's not like I was going to last long anyway in this strange, alien world, but at least I can...

My train of thought was cut off by something dripping on my face. I looked up and saw the impossible. There were clouds, rain clouds, with rain! Before it was clear as the stars. "Did I do that?" I wondered, feeling another droplet touch my face before it started to pour. I looked at the she-wolf and saw that she too was amazed by the rain. By the entrance, her guards were also staring upwards to the misty sky, but the peace didn't last.

The she-wolf moved her gaze back to me with a devilish grin that sent shivers down my spine. Her eyes were wild, her tail wagged with joy. Something told me to run, but I couldn't for if I do. The she-wolf would hunt me down for my power.

"Quick," I thought, trying to figure out how I could knock her out and run away, but the wolfish grin was throwing me off.

"Amazing! Simply amazing!" the she-wolf smiled. "That power shall be mine, human!"

The she-wolf bolted with her guards at me with blinding speed with their spears pointed. I turned around and ran as fast as I could away from them. I saw a ladder dangling loosely against the wall leading up to a sagging catwalk that lead to an opening in the roof, but I couldn't reach it. Pinned against the wall by my three chasers, a thought crept its way into my mind.

"Why not fight? You can easily beat them, and all you have to do is grab that rod beside you and shoot it with lightning."

I quickly looked to the side without thinking of the voice in my head and saw the slim metal rod just inches away from me. The she-wolf saw where my gaze flashed to, but pretended not to notice. I reached over, felt it, grabbed it and feebly held it in my hand trying to figure out how to shoot it with lightning.

"No use fighting, weakling!" the she-wolf laughed. The other two laughed with her, but I wasn't having any of it. I aimed it and tried to focus on creating lightning in my hand. Surprisingly, it came rather fast, charging in the metal rod—turning into a bright azure blue. I directed it to the guard closest to the exit of the room and released the rod from my grasp. That's when the impossible happened. The rod launched out of my hand breaking the sound barrier and leaving behind a trail of white streaked plasma in the air after it went through the hounds chest, leaving a hole that could fit a steel drum. I didn't look at the aftermath of what I did to the dog and focused on running away.

I ran back to my shelter in the atrium of the weather factory leaving behind the other two dogs that were too shocked to continue the chase after I killed their friend. Not that I blamed them, but I couldn't let myself be taken by my own horror until I was safe. I grabbed my bag filled with water and ran for the main entrance to the building, but was cut off by the she-wolf and a very pissed off husky.

"Thought you could get away that easily, eh?" the husky growled, the she-wolf was silent. My wolf ears twitched in annoyance and my tail fluffed out in fear.

"Go ahead, choke them with the air. I know you can do it." Te voice in my head said. Without thinking, I lifted my right hand and aimed it at the husky and started to create a ball of condensed air around my hand.

"Leave me alone," I asked the pair.

"Not after you did to packmate!" the husky growled, blasting towards me in a blind rage.

"I'm sorry," I said before closing my eyes and released the ball of air. Another defining blast of air erupted throughout the building followed by the sound of flesh exploding like a volcano. When I opened my eyes, all I saw with blood, an ocean of blood that coated the ground in crimson. I vomited all of my lunch onto the ground collapsing to my knees unable to look away from the mess of gore, that I made. I looked at,y hands trembling hands, then to the terrified she-wolf. Even she didn't dare look away from me in fear that I would end her behind her back.

"Go ahead, kill her too. I will be nice and easy."

"No!" I screamed clasping my bloody hands against my head. "Get out of my HEAD!"

"Never,"

I looked up blinded by my own tears and saw the she-wolf looming over me her face was filled with fear and admiration. Her spear was sheathed, but her claws were not. She leaned down with a smile.

"Well done."