[ WP ] `` Daddy , are we the bad guys ? ''

The blood was everywhere. It pooled on the floor, painting the light tan carpet a deep red. It spattered the walls where unfortunate souls had been thrown into them. Some of it was even on the ceiling, dripping almost silently onto the carpet below. But most of all, it stained the silver fur of my muzzle until it was black. 
 
 I began to feed on one of the corpses. *Corpse* probably was n't the right word for something that still wiggled in pain as I bit into the soft flesh of it's stomach. I tried not to think to hard about that. These men were dead and the beast was hungry. *It's best to feed it as soon as possible*, I thought. *After all, the dead have no further use for their flesh. * I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the quiet whimpers of fear and pain. 
 
 A small whine from behind me made me look up from my grisly feast. I turned to see my daughter staring at me. She had returned to her human shape, but her blazing gold eyes told me she still struggled for control. She was coated with dark red blood just as I was. An observer would be forgiven for thinking she had been hurt, but there was no mistaking the way it stained her lips and face. 
 
 I folded my ears back in guilt. She was far too young for this. I had hoped to keep the truth hidden from her until she was older. Until she was ready to face the real terrors of the world. I glanced at the dead mercenaries who had taken that chance from me and growled. 
 
 My daughter gasped at the noise, and I immediately rushed to her side, trying to comfort her even as I knew I was responsible for her fear. I brushed up against her and she grabbed me, pulling me tight into a hug. We fell together onto the bloodstained carpet, with her arms around me and her face buried in the fur on my neck. I whined in concern, but continued to lay still so she had something to hold. I heard her begin to cry. 
 
 After what seemed an eternity, she loosened her grip on me. I rolled over until I faced her and saw that she had sat up, still rubbing tears from her eyes. I got up gently so as not to scare her, then gently nuzzled her arm. She moved it aside and I began licking her face, trying to clean her as much as comfort her. For a moment, I was afraid I had lost her, but then she began to stroke my back as if I were a dog. 
 
 I finished with her face and tried to start on the rest, but she pulled back from me. I lifted my head and sat down, looking at her. She trembled a bit as she looked at me with wide, golden eyes, and I silently cursed at myself for being what I was. There was nothing I could do to help being a monster, but knowing that did n't make me feel any less guilty. 
 
 `` Daddy?'' She said in a shaky, quiet voice. Even despite her fear, it came out more like a growl than the voice of a young girl. `` Are we the bad guys?'' I dropped my head and folde my ears back in guilt. I would n't know how to answer that even if I could have spoken. I turned, hating myself as much as I did the mercenearies scattered on the floor and walls. 
 
 I wanted to leave, but my daughter, my brave little daughter, caught my tail. I stopped and stiffened as she came up to me. She was scared, but the expression on her face was resolute. She said to me, `` No.'' I looked her in the eyes, unsure of what she meant. `` They killed mommy, did n't they?'' I looked at her with sad eyes. She was too young to understand, or so I had thought. 
 
 `` You tried to protect mommy. She died because she was n't... like us.'' I looked away. She had been too young when her mother had died. I had killed the men that did it, just like tonight, but it had been too late to save her. `` They wanted to hurt us because we're different, did n't they?'' I stiffened at that. I looked up, wishing I could speak so that I could apologize to her, but she had that same expression her mother always had. It was the face she had used when she told me I was n't a monster. I never told her, but I had n't believed it. 
 
 `` They came to our house to kill us. That makes them the bad guys.'' She was brave. I wanted to tell her that it was n't black-and-white. I wanted to tell her that we were monsters. I wanted to tell her, but she was too young to know such things, and I could n't speak as a wolf anyway. Most of all, I did n't tell her because I wanted her to be right.
