The next morning I woke up on a bed, a groan escaped my lips as I gained consciousness. What happened last night? For a moment, I couldn't remember. A frown formed on my forehead. Turning my head to the side, I tried to open my eyes. That was when I remembered what happened yesterday, and a chill sent down on my spine.
I lost control of my power and killed three vampire magicians! But instead of the churning of the stomach, I felt a deep craving as a familiar memory of blood flashed in my mind.
I gulped and pulled the quilt over my head as I took a deep breath to calm myself. Although I didn't feel canines growing out, I still had the urge to drink blood.
What was wrong with me?
My breath shuddered, even thinking of the moment I lost my control. Was it better to keep it sealed? At leas
