"Are you out of your damn mind?!" Cassian yelled, his voice almost cracking due to the intensity of his holler. "You've lost it. Fuck! Soren, what the fuck did you just do?!"
"I had it under control," Soren said, scowling.
He carefully touched the blood at the corner of his lips, wincing when he realized just how much blood there was. If I didn't know any better and had chanced upon this scene, I would've even thought that Soren was a vampire instead, not a werewolf.
It took me a short moment to realize that the blood that was on Soren's lips wasn't even his blood. He wasn't hurt. That blood was mine. As soon as that clicked for me, I felt a searing pain at the base of my neck near my shoulder. A hiss escaped my lips as I tried not to scream out. In a way that was almost masochistic, my fingers gingerly touched the area once more, staring at the red stain that was on my fingertips.
