CHASE'S POV
As Anya adjusted herself on my arms, hungrily sucking the blood that welled from the punctures her sharp fangs had made, I reached the car door, which Ethan held open. Liam was already in the parking lot by the time we arrived, and Owen slid into his own car with the hostage, while Ethan took the wheel of the one carrying Anya and me.
Over a minute, bled by as Anya fed, her desperate suction, a stark contrast to the hesitant bite of our first encounter. Her hands clutched the back of my neck, a fierce, possessive grip. I hesitated to stop her, unsure of her reaction if I told her she’d had enough.
This primal need was a dangerous path for her. Feeding on blood was now a reality. The wolves around us already loathed her for what she was; knowing she was indulging in the very
