Chris POV:

Chris woke up on a rough couch, soft rain pelting the windows. Chris rubbed at his sore neck, stiff from the position he’d lay in.

He found his way to his old den last night, the only place he felt like he could go.

He couldn’t go to Xolo, he wouldn’t understand.

Felicity didn’t reject Xolo’s bite, everything fell in place for the two of them like the purported magic of the Moon Goddess.

No, they ...