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He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

A stone fireplace warmed the room to an almost stifling temperature, the fire crackling as he pulled her towards an armchair. "Sit." He positioned her in front of the chair and slid his calloused hand down her arm as she sunk into the navy and gold embroidered cushions. His eyes shone yellow in the reflection of the flames, the only source of light in the room cast deep shadows across the panelled walls. The gloom swallowed him, and a soft click of a door opening sounded from the other side of the room. He reappeared by her side with a small first aid kit. "You're going to treat my wounds?"

The blistering heat radiating from Elena’s skin was turning the air inside the ruined nursery into an inescapable furnace. The smell of scorched silk mixed with the acrid scent of burning flesh as the volatile fire continued to feed on her inner wolf. Her veins pulsed visibly against her throat, bright and erratic, like cracked glass holding back an explosion of liquid starlight.

EMBERLY The deadbolts on the cottage door clicked shut, sealing me inside the suffocating darkness of my living room. I did not even make it all the way down the narrow hallway before the biological punishment hit my nervous system. The lingering, suppressed fragments of my Heat flared up with a vicious, unyielding intensity, striking my bloodstream like a match dropped directly into a pool of gasoline.

~~~Ryder~~~ My blood was boiling. Every inch of my body felt hot, like fire was running through my veins. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles were white, and my jaw was locked so hard it ached. The rage inside me was pure, raw, and violent. I wanted to destroy something. I wanted to make someone scream until their voice gave out.

he asked me. "Yes," “Good. Come on, there are a lot of vampires outside of the shelter. They smelled your blood last night. Our defenses are so strong that they can't smell us and even vampire hunters like us can't get in here, but the defenses can't handle your blood. The smell of your blood was so strong that our protectio n could not prevent the smell from coming out. You have to be careful not to get injured, Young Lady, that's dangerous for you," he said at length.

VIPER Gulping down the sixth bottle of liquor down his throat his fist slammed down on the counter. Ordering and drinking more and more he was nowhere to stop any near. All he knew was the pain,the pain that was killing him inside ,Burning each and every part of his body Regret and the fire burning inside him to take revenge was over powering his body and he desperately needed to take it out of him. He wanted to put the whole world on fire and watch it burn till it turned into ashes before his eyes."More!! GIVE ME MOREEE!!!"

He looked up at the narrow window above as the moonlight poured in. Wounded and enraged, every inch of him screamed like a cornered animal, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The more they pushed, the more savage he became. “You’re all about to learn what real strength looks like,” he rasped, each word dripping with the primal force clawing its way to the surface.

Blood. To much blood.

Lucy yelled. “Are you serious? You’re always in remediation for training.” “That’s why it will be hilarious when I kick your ass. Don’t forget, I have warrior blood.” “You also have homo blood.” “What did you just say?” Lucy's skin flushed bright red as she planted her feet into a fighting stance, her hands clenched into fists. “You heard me.”