It was like trying to slow down a train with a hand brake, but eventually a cooling stream of sanity replaced the whacked-out, blood-lust spins.Īs he came back to reality he felt uneasy, his instincts crying out for airtime. It has been a while, but surely not that long ago? He tried to remember the last time he'd fed. His stomach, full with food, turned into a bottomless, achy pit. Wrath closed his eyes as his body began to shake.
As if he could sink his teeth into her and drink. His fangs elongated as if she were before him. Felt the sensation of his tongue stroking over the vein that ran up from her heart. So sooner or later she would come around. Her body was about to need something only he could provide her. Or God help whoever had hurt her.Īnd if she'd decided to avoid him? That didn't matter. Wrath walked into the hall, feeling particularly ferocious.
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