f**k, he was hungry, Maximus thought as he stared at the young werewolf males chilling by the abandoned warehouses. They were half-way to drunk, he could easily enthral them and feed from them, but he couldn't make himself move. Dawn was slowly approaching, and he couldn’t walk to the wolves and get much needed sustenance. Maximus groaned. Tonight was not his night. He sighed and teleported back to his house. He appeared in his room, breathed out in relief when he smelled a strong scent of detergent.
Good. Ramnlin removed Celeste’s scent. It would have driven him crazy if it was still there lingering in the air. He walked to the bed, but then he remembered he hadn’t checked on his parents. He walked out of his room, making sure not to look at Celeste’s room. She was driving him crazy. Ho
