THAT NIGHT when Prime comes, there is something different. It feels like the air is charging with a different energy. I can tell that the Wolf feels the same. As soon as he lands in my room, he sniffs, smelling the air.
His eyes are wary, almost suspicious, but I guess he doesn’t find something amiss because he continues to get inside and walks toward me at the kitchen island. I’m sitting on the stool with a neutral mask that I have mastered.
The bitter coffee in my hand is cold, stale, and doesn’t even feel good anymore, but after that conversation with Karen, I needed something strong and something that tasted overwhelming to get my mind off things. I know that it doesn’t need a lot for a Vampyr to just get a new taste. I mean, blood always tastes like something else.
But I’m not i
