Andrei’s POV
The corpse grew heavy and rotten in my mouth. It tasted like foul meat and the tang of congealed blood and the lingering flavor of terror.
It was supposed to feel wrong, having the body of a man I’d killed clenched between my wolf’s jaws. The sort of thing any sane person would gag and retch over.
And yet I couldn’t seem to make myself hate it.
It felt… Right. Like it was what I was meant to do.
Wasn't it?
My wolf's paws hit the ground in a steady rhythm. I hadn’t stopped running all night. Trees blurred past, turning more and more tangled and full of brambles the closer I loped toward the Thornwood. The rain had stopped long ago, and yet I didn’t feel tired.
Was this his doing? The Lord of Hell? Had he given me this extra strength, this power, this stamina?
It was… de
