Chapter 14 - Blood And The Moon

• Damon
• The taste of blood slides across my tongue, metallic and warm. I stand in the centre of the circle, the mutilated bodies of enemy wolves littering the ground around me. The smell of freshly spilt flesh and blood wafts through the air, a macabre aroma that awakens my darkest instincts. My breathing is heavy, my muscles tense with effort.
• Alina is beside me, her breath coming in short gasps. Her feline form is taut, her claws still smeared with blood. Her breathing is jerky, her eyes burning. She is magnificent in this state of animal rage. The moon shines on her face, casting a silvery glow over her pale skin and blazing eyes.