When the werewolf donors arrived - a male-female pair with the distinctive grace of their kind - Samantha noticed how different they were from human donors. Their eyes held no fear, only a wild gleam that spoke of their nature. The female's auburn hair carried hints of her wolf's russet coat, while the male moved with the fluid confidence of a born predator.
The blood itself was unlike anything Samantha had experienced. It coursed through her like liquid fire, warming her usually cool body from within. She could feel the wolf's strength in it, wild and primal. Beside her, Marcus made a sound she'd never heard from him before - something between a growl and a purr.
When they finished, Samantha felt almost dizzy with power. Her skin tingled, supersensitive to every slight movement of air. Marcus's eyes had darkened to storm-gray, and she could feel the energy rolling off him in waves.
