I want the producers’ blood.
The bumbling idiots outside who were raging without direction wanted it too. Bloodlust from the earlier fights still coursed through their veins, no doubt messing with the timing of the coming rut as their hormones surged. We were going to descend into madness. Kill each other on live television with no way to track the females’ scents and ease the biological pull. It was exactly what the humans were counting on. Anything to increase ratings.
But they hadn’t thought of everything.
I rubbed the ache in my chest feeling the foreign sensation buried there. When Aspen was close, I hadn’t felt it this strongly. If I had any doubts before, they were erased now.
She was my soul mate.
And they took her from us. My beast snarled.
“It’ll be okay.” Mattox looked up
