Chapter 53 Bite

• I cried out at the sting of the wound. Clutching my shoulder and feeling the indentation of his teeth still embedded in my skin.
• I felt the hot flood of blood seeping over my hand and saturating my clothes. Instantly dizzying me as I remembered the sticky feel and coppery scent of it on that floor so many years ago.
• Shoving that image from my mind, I refused to succumb to the tremors just now. I focused on trying to get free of the brutal jaws.
• This was no marking.
• It was an attack.
• He shook his head roughly to sink his teeth in further. Than he ripped out a chunk of flesh.