~ASHTON~

This could not be happening. Not now. Not again.

Hazel had just somewhat recovered from the last attack and already the forest was closing its jaws around us a second time. Only this time the teeth had names.

Lustfangs.

They weren't vampires. They were worse. Faster. Stronger. Single-minded in a way that made the old blood-drinkers look civilized. They didn't kill for food. They killed for release, for the screaming, clawing moment when they forced life into something soft ...