Not wanting to draw out that nervousness, Thomas bit down as quickly and cleanly as he could, his fangs cutting easily through the wolf’s skin to reach the rich blood beneath.
As always, the first taste flooded his senses, hot and metallic and wonderful. Immediately on its heels came the touch of the wolf’s mind. The bond of blood had formed between them, and they could sense each other’s feelings, though it went no further than that; he could not tell what the werewolf was thinking.
Justin’s mind felt human, but was layered with a bright intensity and rooted its thoughts firmly in the present. Wolves have little concept of the past, and live in an eternal “now.” Justin, like the rest of his kind, had memories and a past like any human but was less inclined to live in it, and more inclin
