The moment her scent hits me, all I can think of is how it smells like fear laced with the sharp tang of blood. My vision turns black and I don’t think. I just act.

My wolf takes over running at full speed and we don’t feel the burn of my muscles as I bound in her direction.

The world blurs around me as I tear through the trees, around bushes, and over logs. My muscles are coiled and ready. The scent of rogues and vampires thickens in the air, turning my rage into something primal.

Feral.

I ...