Linda had never known that her wolf possessed such a terrifying thirst for blood.
But this time, she could see it clearly. Keisha loved the taste of blood.
The scent seemed to awaken something savage deep within her, something that had apparently been sleeping beneath the surface for far too long.
Every time her fangs sank into the neck of an opponent and warm blood touched her tongue, the change became more obvious.
Her eyes grew increasingly feral, her movements became faster, and her attacks grew increasingly merciless.
She tore through one rogue and immediately turned toward another without giving herself even a moment to recover.
There was no hesitation in her movements, no trace of fear, and barely any awareness of the wounds already staining her brown fur.
She simply wanted more.
Stella watched her with growing concern, her fingers slowly curling into fists as several questions raced through her mind.
'Who was behind the spell?'
