(Two months Later)
(Oscar’s POV)
The taste of the blood was like fire in my mouth. I hated it, and yet I couldn't stop myself from drinking. I had always been an alpha, powerful and in control. But now, as a newborn vampire, I was weak and vulnerable. With my brother dead and me being unable to take over the pack it was like the stress was overcoming me and the thirst for blood was overpowering, and I was struggling to keep it under control. I had always prided myself on my self-control, but now it seemed like a distant memory. The scent of human blood was like a drug, and I couldn't resist it. So you can only guess how surprised I was when I was going on my early morning run through the forest and the smell of blood filled my nose. My heart started racing as I followed the scent, my in
