Maeve's POV

I woke slowly, instantly aware that Oliver had been inside our house. I left my room and checked the main area, nothing was out of place. Still, I knew.

In the kitchen, I grabbed a drink, already sick to death of these pathetic blood bags. We were only allowed to hunt animals, never humans. Never wolves. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was nothing like the rush of drinking from one of them. That was real pleasure. That was what I missed most about our old life.

Their fear. ...