Devere
I never meant to shift in front of Drakania. It was something I never shared with her, though now that I think about it there were lots of secrets I kept from her. But she has always been my dearest love. Once I caught up to the rogue who shot my queen I bit them on the ankle as hard as I could to try and slow them down. I could taste their blood, and it was not something I had tasted before. I of course had tasted my crazy vampire-hybrid ex girlfriend's blood because that was such a turn on for her. Her blood was bitter, like raw chocolate. Vampires often offered us blood when we went to visit their coven and that tasted like ash. I accidentally tasted wolf’s blood when we practiced and it tasted like a bad blueberry, one of those old squishy ones. This blood, however, tasted like
