Adonay
My vision was circled in red, but Ishtar's figure was my target. Her scent, too. Sweet. Floral. Feminine. The beastly part of me now desired her with a mind-controlling lust. Hunt. Claim. Mine. I let out another howl. Her dash awakened my desire to pin her to the ground and pound into her until my scent was everywhere.
The maze changed again. Every time I caught a whiff of her scent, I was lost. This was a game. One I intended to win. The vampire wouldn't escape me. My feet kicked up clumps of dirt as I dashed around the next corner before she swerved toward me. I skidded to a stop. I raised my nose and fell to the ground on my hands and knees.
Blood.
The metallic scent awakened another hunting instinct, but hunger had no influence on what he craved today.
Female.
I'd take it
