The next evening, I asked Jarrod to change me. He used a large syringe, transferring his own blood to my veins, pushing in the plunger until it was all inside me.
It burned like fire as it flowed up my arm, then into my chest, and I screamed as it pumped into my brain.
Three days I spent in agony as the change tore through me. Jarrod and the Coven did all they could; when I was running a high fever, they covered me with ice. When I was curled up and shivering, they covered me with warm blankets. When I couldn't move, they held my hand and talked to me.
When the fever finally broke, I was famished. I shifted into wolf form as they released a sheep into the garage, which had been emptied of vehicles. I tore into it, gorging myself on the warm, b****y flesh. The bloodlust exhausted itse
