Maximus snarled as the werewolf’s teeth sank into his arm. He raked his claws across its side and wrapped his arms around it. He pulled the wolf apart. More came at him. His head buzzed. He could barely see what he was doing – instinct and the elders had taken over his body, pulling out that side of him that went wild. More wolves attacked him. He ripped through them, making sure to feed as well, but their blood didn’t taste the same. There was something missing. He thought of the female, and the way her blood tasted. He groaned, wishing he could taste it again. But he knew she wouldn’t allow him to feed from her.
She hated him.
As if his thoughts conjured her up, Maximus turned and saw her walk into the clearing. She was walking right into the chaos.
What was she doing? A surge of pr
