CHAPTER NINE
Vivian felt the air rush past her as she flew over the small town, her heart beating fiercely in her chest. She didn’t know exactly where she was going; she just had a compulsion to fly, to let the shackles of her old life melt away. She felt exhilarated, and the world felt suddenly so full of possibilities she could hardly contain her excitement.
But the longer she flew, the more a new sensation began to swell within her. It was a sort of gnawing emptiness. The human part of her had died and had been replaced by this awesome, powerful new creature. The death of her mother—at her own hands, no less—was not the source of it. The feeling was more primal.
Vivian swooped past a flock of birds. As she flew, she tried to decipher the new feelings within her. Hunger was of course
