Chapter 194

The next evening I called Paul. "Can I see you?"

"It's difficult right now. I'm a bloody mess, and it seems as if I'll never get to the end of biting and ripping flesh."

I could hear the exhaustion in his voice, and it caused me to worry about him.

"The wolf is showing me what to do, but it's anxious. When I think it's time to stop, it pushes me."

"Oh, Paul. Is it terrible?"

He sighed. "No. It's wonderful."

The succubus twirled inside of me, and I squashed her back down, promising her that she would have her time to play.

"And how is Ran?"

"He's handling the pain better than anyone. He never screams."

I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat.

Technically I knew how Paul had been turned into a werewolf. He had been bitten repeatedly over the course of two months—two months because the virus didn't take the first time. And with Jason and Tyler, well, they had been partially devoured.

My stomach flip-flopped and I began to understand what the humans would need to endur