Jericho's canines tore past skin, drilling through tendon and bone. A white-hot lance of pure agony seared through me and my mouth parted around a silent scream.
My legs buckled and I struggled against him, but he held me in place, his arm banded around my waist with bruising strength.
For a moment, my life flashed before my eyes and I was sure I was dying.
But then, I felt it. It was behind my ribs, below my heart and above my stomach. No. It was everywhere. It was inside me. In my cells. In my blood. In my mind.
It was familiar presence, and yet it was foreign. It was dark. It was vast. It was hungry. A deep rumble echoed in my chest as it opened an eye.
A wave of malevolent power, ancient, cold and mean began to force its way into my veins. A gasp escaped me and my spine arched.
