Page 131 of Scorned

My lungs gave up, refusing to take in air which no longer held her fragrance.

My heart pumped faster, begging me to keep breathing. But since hers had stopped, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

Life was empty without her.

Once upon a time, I had lavender and vanilla, and now I have nothing.

The despair ate at me, and my eyes became blurry, unfocusing on the world around me.

In a flash, the pain vanished, giving way to pure unbridled hatred. A powerful growl conjured within me, rumbling my insides before erupting from my mouth with vehemence.

My canine fangs throbbed, elongating with thirst.

Then my gums tightened, a strange, unfamiliar sensation coursing through me as if something primal and dangerous was awakening within.

Two more fangs emerged, ready to unleash wrath onto the world.

I lept to my feet, my gaze darting from person to person. Another large growl left me and every hybrid and wolven took a few steps back, acknowledging my power.

Fueled by impetuous anger, I charged for the first person in front of me. The Venom member was unable to react before my sharp fangs impaled him, violently tearing away a chunk of his cheek.

The sound of a gunshot reverberated as it struck the back of my arm, prompting my immediate reaction. I swiftly turned around, seized the fucker with the gun, and snapped his neck.

A third member stared wide-eyed and I yanked him toward me, sinking my fangs into his throat. The metallic yet sweet flavor of his warm blood pooled in my mouth before slinking down my throat with delicious satisfaction.

The world brightened with every gulp, fueling my fury, and driving me further over the edge of insanity.

A sensation of power crawled through my insides and each vein on my face throbbed, increasing in size. My four fangs became longer and sharper, ready to attack my next victim.

When my strength started to double—triple—I vaguely knew bloodlust had taken over, but not one ounce of me cared.

My anger allowed me to spare no one, including my friends.

Anyone who moved would be my target.

Twisting my body toward the now faceless people, I lunged for the nearest one, biting into her neck and ripping a chunk away. Strangled cries filled the air as I chewed the flesh, which was as juicy as a rare steak.

With a sense of satisfaction, I savored the delectable meat before finally swallowing and searching for my next meal.

The person closest to me raised his gun, shooting me in the stomach. The stinging pain disappeared as I yanked them toward me, sinking my fangs into his cheek. I’d hardly taken a bite when someone violently collided with me from the side, throwing me off balance.

With my new superpowers, I recovered quickly, hopping to my feet.

The one who knocked me down glared at me, fists up and ready, awaiting my next move. Though she seemed highly trained, her scent told me she was human.

An easy meal.

In an attempt to catch her off guard, I leapt forward, but she deftly dodged me, countering with a forceful kick to my abdomen, causing me to be pushed backwards. I recovered quickly and charged her again. This time I knocked her to the ground with me landing on top of her.

With fangs bared, I leaned into her neck and a pair of arms went around my throat, choking me back.

“Luka, stop. That’s Lyric!” someone yelled, the voices as foreign as the faces. “You’re in bloodlust.”

I stood up with him still on my back and attempted to fling him off. “Let go!”

“It’s me, Erik.”

With me still in a choke hold, he kicked the back of my leg, pulling me backwards, and I tumbled to the ground with him below me.

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