~Hannah’s Point of View~
“I’ll rip his freakin’ throat out and happily eat it,” I shout, as I frantically pace the cave next to my slumbering mother.
Once I had my tantrum I thought about it for a minute … I decided the actual physical act of being a cannibal didn’t even remotely sound appealing. Yeah let’s not do that.
Just as I had that thought, my gums began to hurt and heartburn grew in my throat. Blood, my body wanted it. Specifically, Isaac’s. I gulped and clutched my throat.
“You’re not going,” Rafe says, matter of fact, putting his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged out of his grip.
“The hell I’m not,” I shout, maybe feeling a bit too big for my britches. But I’m a fierce beast who has only had a tiny taste of the blood of my enemy. I mean Patricia is definitely an enemy right
