37 - Not Another Minute

~Hannah’s Point of View~

“I’ll rip his freakin’ throat out and happily eat it,” I shout, as I frantically pace the cave next to my slumbering mother.

Once I had my tantrum I thought about it for a minute … I decided the actual physical act of being a cannibal didn’t even remotely sound appealing. Yeah let’s not do that.

Just as I had that thought, my gums began to hurt and heartburn grew in my throat. Blood, my body wanted it. Specifically, Isaac’s. I gulped and clutched my throat.

“You’re not going,” Rafe says, matter of fact, putting his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged out of his grip.

“The hell I’m not,” I shout, maybe feeling a bit too big for my britches. But I’m a fierce beast who has only had a tiny taste of the blood of my enemy. I mean Patricia is definitely an enemy right?

My body hums with the idea of her mutilated face and how painful it’ll be to heal. Goddess what the hell is wrong with me??

If the Rhodes family has been basically wiping lycans off the map for y