Thomas POV
Goddamn, these f*****g woods. It's been weeks since I set out to find the little b***h and there's been no sign of her. In fact, it even appears, she avoided traveling to most packs who claim to have not had her there at all. Since when did Winter enjoy camping for f**k's sake? I smirk though, feeling the satisfaction that Damien is most likely dead by now, and feel absolutely no remorse whatsoever about it. I only got close to him so that I could see Winter on occasion, not because I wanted to be friends with that asshole. God, this bloodlust is insane. All I want is more of it. Killing creatures doesn't seem to be enough to quench my thirst. My whole throat is on fire and it's difficult to pretend to be a shifter sometimes when visiting packs. So far, no one has realized that
