Rising Sun Valley Dread Hunger

She remained frozen, forced to look on as he devoured her feast, hunger pangs escalated by the scent of blood and crack of bone. Envious slaver trickled down her chin but she wouldn’t wipe at it. He’d already stolen dinner, he wasn’t going to steal a second more of her time.

“Get the hell away from me.”

Take your small victory, wolf. I won't always be a girl you can so easily steal from. And if a day would ever come when their paths would cross again, she’d be sure to prove it.