Twenty-Two
Cathal pointed to the body on the floor, the one with the name he could not recall.
Brikita yelped, and fell to her knees, sucking angrily at the wound. Car and Ap Owen moved with more control, but once they got close they, too, gave in to their hunger, digging their teeth into the man’s flesh to open fresh wounds. The air was sharp with the scent of blood, and Cathal was aware of it flowing through his own body. Even though he had taken little more than a mouthful, it was like a fire that raged throughout every part of his being, far more warming than the blood-packs had ever been.
But Cathal caught something else, a trace that lingered in the air. No, not lingered, because it was new. It was…it was the kin.
With the others still busy feeding, Cathal turned his attention
