The flowers in the tower wilted around her, losing their vibrant color. Zane was right. She was weak. How could she win this battle?
A wet muzzle cautiously sniffed her, tickling her neck. She could hear the animal's heart so clearly. It was loud and strong, and the exact way to drain it lit behind her eyes like a buried instinct she didn't want. There was a thick, delicious artery that she could puncture. Her mouth watered at the thought, the new fangs aching painfully and piercing her own dry lips.
There was no way she was going to kill anything, least of all this wolf. There was something familiar about him.
"You were at my house," she said weakly, a small smile arriving at the realization. "You smell like the forest after rain."
