I wasn’t entirely sure what I had been expecting to happen after that, but it certainly hadn’t been the exact progression of the way that things had gone down. In the least, I had been expecting at least some degree of pain to shoot through my body—I mean after all, that was what happened when people bit you. You felt pain. But it seemed like their dental structure as werewolves was different too, because as I watched Marcel keep his mouth in place, as I watched the blood start to pool around the edges of his mouth, and then begin to run down my skin, I continued to not feel a thing.
But I believe that I had jinxed it by over-analysing it, by staring at Marcel instead of not just looking away and minding my business, because in the next moment, it was almost as if I had fallen into a wav
