Estella Alternate Ending

The moonlight reflected off the fresh blood on the wolf’s fur. The screaming pierced the air, though no one awoke from it. The wolf couldn’t help but think how stupid the human was being; screaming couldn’t save it. Screaming would just make it die sooner. The wolf didn’t like screaming -- in fact, he could barely stand it.
“Dren!” A woman’s voice called out. The wolf’s head shot up. Oh no. Her? Here? Now? He’d have to finish her quickly. Ok. He could hide the parts quite easily...from most outsiders, anyways. Maybe not from her, however. “Dren, honey! Estella is having nightmares! I...I know you’re hungry, but your daughter needs you! Dren!”
“Cala a’l s’aray?” The wolf called out in a strange voice. It was deep, and silky. It blended right in with the night.
“Gey.
“Sin!” The woman responded. The wolf could smell her getting closer. “Cento... lei’can!” Her sweet smell was getting nearer, and nearer. He could hear her soft footsteps falling on the underbrush.
“Zak a’l cala éña cieno zak can cala!” The wolf protested. He looked down on his prey who had passed out due to blood loss. She would die soon anyways. He quickly buried her in a shallow grave, intending to come back later. “Fine!” He called out in the human language. He hated speaking English, or any human language. It always tasted bitter on his tongue. The woman walked up to him, and saw the blood that glistened on his matted fur. He was in desperate need of a bath.
“Change back, please...” She said. Before her very eyes, she saw the wolf morph back into a shaky, pale, naked version of her husband, on all fours. He was still covered in blood. He looked up at her with his emerald green eyes, his black curly hair framing his sweaty face. “You ok, hon?” She asked, in her soothing tone. He noticed she didn’t have a flashlight on her.
“Been better...” He said, smiling slightly and breathing hard. He was always weak right after a transformation.