Slap!
Gasps erupt.
I taste blood.
And the sting burns on my cheek, even after her palm is gone.
Then an intense heat starts spreading through me, crawling under my skin, and something inside me twists hard.
My vision starts to blur around the edges, and then everything shifts.
Red.
It covers everything.
The hall, the woman’s hateful face, the nurses frozen in place. Everything is painted in a deep, pulsing red.
My breathing gets heavy.
Thick. Hungry.
Blood.
I can even see it flowing through their veins.
I crave it.
My fingers curl as a strange heat runs down my arms.
My muscles tense, like something ancient and wild just woke up inside me.
However, this time, I can feel it—the instinct, the surge, the raw, desperate urge to destroy.
Yet, I can't stop; actually, I don't wan
