The Beast And The Blessed
The woman was going to drive herself mad, trying to tap into the magic.
The fascinating part was that the longer she had the blood, the lighter it became. It went from black to a rusty brown, and I was convinced that within a day or two, it would be the same crimson red it had been before the magic cursed the men.
I thought that was a good sign that the curse was short lasting and would wear off soon, but Joselin thought otherwise.
When I returned to Damien in the forest, he was pacing. The line in the dirt was so defined, and from the paw marks, I could see he had been switching back and forth between his beast and his skin.