Ride of the Wolf

He hears the howl of the night
His old life is nowhere in sight.

He didn't want this you know
It was given as a gift.

Now every rise of the moon
He is out for the kill.

His pulse raises
It gives him a thrill

When the alpha howls
It's time to run.

The games are over
All that's left is the kill for the fun.

He must find the silver bullet
Before he dies.

48 hours
Until his demise.

Times running out
There's no where to hide.

Be ready for the journey
And hold on for the ride.