Chapter 20
In the near darkness, the blood sliding across Gunner’s skin and puddling in the crook of his elbow appeared black as swamp muck. Unappetizing in color but salty sweet in scent. No wonder my stomach growled hungrily at the sight.
Still, I was more than a mere animal. So rather than l*****g up the blood the way I’d done atop Ransom’s shoulders, I instead peered into the eyes of the alpha who appeared to be offering his own ichor as fuel...for what exactly? Surely it would have been easier to lead me back to the waterfall and provide a chunk of well-cooked meat to satiate my hunger.
“Werewolf blood appears to be a kitsune’s turbo-pack,” Gunner rumbled by way of explanation. “If that’s what you need, I’m more than willing to provide.”
The offer appeared to be limited-time-only
