Aila sprinted through the woods as quick as her legs could carry her; her throat and lungs felt on fire from the burning sensation. She didn't know if it was in need to drink more blood or because she lacked oxygen. She abruptly stopped, gasping in the fresh air and stepped to the side using the coverage of a tree. Aila leaned back into the bark and tried to slow down her breathing and pounding heart that thudded so harshly it made her wonder if it was going to leap out and leave her.
With her hands behind her head, she clenched her eyes shut. Aila knew from Davian's diary that she could get addicted to drinking blood; she knew from the Moon Goddess' warning that she needed to stay in control. If she didn't, what would happen to her? What would happen to her wolf? These were questions she desperately wanted to ask Davian. He'd been through it. But she wasn't sure if he would help her or not, already she saw him obeying Cassius' command.