VICTOR'S POV
Sarah's admission hung in the room tensely, but before anyone could press her, the air was violently sucked from my lungs.
A sudden, agonizing pressure exploded inside my chest. I stumbled back against the heavy doorframe, clutching my heart as an invisible blade twisted between my ribs.
It wasn't my physical flesh being torn, but a phantom, agonizing scream echoed deep in my soul.
I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't know who was on the other end of it, or what kind of bizarre supernatural pull was suddenly
hijacking my body.
All I knew was that someone’s blood was spilling, and my wolf was violently demanding that I follow the scent.
"Victor?" Michael called out, his voice muffled.
I couldn't answer him. The phantom sensation of fangs puncturing my own
