My plan only gained in complexity when I felt a pang in my stomach. I was hungry, but it didn’t feel wholly like my own hunger. There was an emptiness within me, an inability to be satiated, and while I suffered these feelings on my own, I knew from the dissociating resonance of them that they belonged to somebody else too. Like me, Kiara was hungry. The interesting thing was that despite being a wolf, she couldn’t kill. Her unicorn blood wouldn’t allow her to ingest fresh meat. How did ...