51 - When I Call

~Diana’s Point of View~

Fuck! Silver claws … that bitch, I should have known! I laid bare, my shirt ripped open, not that I cared but the burn was my entire torso. I needed blood, lots of it. Two of my children appeared instantly, slicing their arms for me and dripping blood into my wound. Hmmm.

I felt something soft and furry nuzzling my face, hmmm, Tyson. I licked my dry lips. After a few seconds of some weird popping and grunting sounds, I felt fingers holding my head, lifting me off the ground. I winced and hissed, my fangs out.

Sweet Tyson's wolf thrust his arm in front of my mouth and I wasted no time sinking my fangs in, taking in his sweet life into me. Hmmm. I looked up into his eyes, he was panicked, nervous. Maybe I was growing on him after all … well we did share a hell of a kiss. A kiss so hot in fact, he came in his pants, but I would keep that secret. Sweet little hound.

I heard voices all around me, yelling, the scent of fresh blood. Chaos. Was Ketet back? He was so cal