With the drenching smell of blood swilling the air, and Tate’s mouth watered like Pavlov’s dog. Checking his mental calendar quickly, he realized he still hadn’t taken the time to drink the needed amount of blood for him to be part of functional society without getting all grumpy and fangy and s**t. Although a hungry vampire was an asshole to deal with, try a vampire mixed with the temperament of an Alpha wolf. No, scratch that. A few Alphas could manage their s**t well. Tate had full blown, hard-headed Rawlins wolf blood swirling in his veins.
He figured he had maybe another few hours before he went all feral. Yet, he shouldn't push it for too long. And being in the midst of blood literally dripping out of four bodies, the hunger raging in his body made his gums ache, begging for releas
