Luna
I tasted them before I saw them—the neo-vampires’ hunger like serrated metal dragging across my mind, the ghouls’ decay painting my throat with a film so putrid my gag reflex spasmed. They poured from the tree line in a nightmarish tide, their misshapen bodies surging forward with the single-minded focus of apex predators that had caught an irresistible scent.
Mine.
The realization hit as their collective hunger slammed into me. They wanted me. Not my flesh, not my blood, but the ancient power coiling inside like a living tempest.
…What’s happening? Savannah’s voice drifted through our shared consciousness—faint and disoriented, like someone speaking through layers of thick cotton.
Danger. Stay down, I commanded, shoving her awareness deeper as I charged toward the horde.
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