Chapter 5. "What do you want from me?"
"Mmph..." Ezra moaned as soon as the blood entered his mouth, and the painful, parched feeling in his throat was immediately sated.
He felt the euphoric sensation of his cells coming alive and vibrating with life, as his mind began to disassociate.
Ezra's eyes flashed and he gripped Ren's arm in a vice desperately draining the blood pack, his eyes glowing like emeralds as his canines elongated.
"That's it, drink up." Ren purred as if consoling a small child, ignoring the vice-like grip on his arm.
At the sound of Ren's voice, Ezra felt an overwhelming anger boil up inside of him and before he knew what he was doing his body shot forward, tackling him to the floor, his hands at his neck. A furious growl tore out of his throat.
