But tonight, when she had fed on her true mate, she’d felt both power and peace at once. She’d felt as if she could do anything, as long as Ryan was with her. She’d bonded to him too quickly, but that was the way it was with true mates. They were a gift because you had no doubt they were made to be yours and no one else’s.
Rain began to fall, misting the windows of her car. She stared through the patterned raindrops at the gas station’s fluorescent lights. She was still hungry. She didn’t need to hunt; she could make it back to her apartment and drink more blood there. But after feeding on Ryan, she still had this unsatisfied instinct to feed on prey that she could catch. She hadn’t felt that urge in a long time, the need to hunt . . . She used her heightened vision and hearing to focus o
