Ishtar
I heard it all. My eyelids refused to open. I was in a state of stasis. A state vampires returned to when they were nearly bleeding to death from their wounds. We could remain in this state forever, but we were vulnerable. Easy to kill. If Adonay had been any other werewolf, he would have ripped my heart out by now. A surefire way to kill a vampire, but he probably didn't even understand how to do it.
He understood nothing about himself as a werewolf.
The sound of turning pages was clear to my ears. A sound I remembered completely, for I loved to read, and since I was in this cursed state, I couldn't even touch a book. I longed to hold the weight of a hardcover in my hands. To smell the scent of paper and the magic of words. To devour the writing with my eyes.
How I have longed
