Maex
The stench sears my nose, the putrid mixture of fragrances and sour bodily fluids turn to a migraine rising from my nape. My claw digs into the brick stone frame of the window. My wings tucked around my body as I perch on the balcony. Letting the moonless sky hide me in the shadows.
My mouth aches. I find myself drooling where my fangs emerged and my human teeth falling off to make space. The thirst hasn’t waned. The delicate control that I always prided myself of having is slowly slipping. Unlike me, my brother’s self-control is far greater than mine. But he always chose to be in the front lines, his bloodthirst sated by other people’s blood.
I, on the other hand, am different. My dragon is far pickier than his. It only wants people that he knows. People that hurt our mate and tor
