Nocturne Summit New Bohemia

Same goes for me!

Her strike connected and Wildfire knew a thrill of satisfaction as her sharp teeth dug deep into the flesh of his neck. As his hot blood coated her tongue, she actually experienced a sense of bliss. It didn't last long, though, as he wrenched in her grip, tearing himself loose and then slashing his own fangs at her shoulder. They sliced through the lean muscle like knives through butter, wrenching a screaming, snarling noise of pain from the she-wolf.

The Wildfire of before would have stopped then and backed down immediately, well aware that she was no warrior. She was a hunter, sure, but not a fighter. But the Wildfire of after felt a spear of rage shoot through her and saw red. He had already taken enough from her, so why did he deny her her just deserts? She couldn't do to him what he had done to her, so the only way she knew to mete out just punishment was with her teeth; and he deserved so much worse. It appalled her that he fought back.

Still seeing Goober rather than the black and white stranger, Wildfire backpedaled (coming dangerously close to the ledge behind her), coiled her muscles and leaped at him again. This time, she lunged right for his throat. Killing him might not erase what he had done to her—nothing would and she knew that—but Wildfire knew that getting to do what she should have done in the first place would definitely take the edge off her pain.