Thirty Six

Jordan

That perfect little cunt. I snarled, leaning back into the leather couch, the dark room swallowing my growl and I held up the small vial of ruby liquid.

All of this - for three vials.

Two already mixed into product, but it wasn't enough. Not even for a personal supply.

I needed more.

I had to find a way to get her back - as long as we were out of Sparrow Falls and her marks stripped, the mutt and the pussy couldn't touch us.

So they could mark her, breed her for all I cared - there was ways to fix that and all it did was break her in for me.

But, right now, I needed more of her blood.

Another growl ripped through me, my thoughts scrambling with searing pain as I pressed the bloodied rag into the large gash on my ribs with my other hand.

"I need to get more," I said aloud, my voice echoing through the house, knowing he was here somewhere. "I didn't think the bitch had a fucking gangbang for backup."

A coldness swept through the house, the shadows da