Aya's POV
With lightening speed, I caught my prey by the throat, fingers squeezing hard to weaken him as I slammed his back up against a tree. His eyes growing wide with horror. Leaning toward him, I caught his scent as he struggled against me, his nails clawing at my hands, while feet kicked and gradually slowed down.
Paying my prey little heed, I watched Diamon hunt with some fascination. She didn't just give over to the darkness within herself, she embraced it with great relish.
