?After a series of tragic deaths in Shadow Swan's family, the young ginger finds herself being shipped off to Forks, Washington. A town that Shadow hasn't stepped foot in years. Here she finds the prospects of a fresh start awaiting her and the chan...
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THE FIRE WAS NOT THE SAME.
No longer did it light up every limb and movement. No, the heat had swept back, yet it still desired for more. Hunger guided her now. The flame in her throat, on her teeth, on her tongue— and a song in the air. A sweet sensation she followed with every turn down the endless labyrinth of this city's forgotten streets.
It consumed her. Every limb ached with restraint as she followed the shadowy figure leading her deeper into the darkness. He knew she was there. Knew she followed. His fear was so tangible. A delightful roar of flavour on her tongue.
He knew what she was; a predator seeking prey. She was a wolf and yet... he was no lamb. Shadow could taste the sour scent of death all around him. Knew he danced with it in a way far different than she had. She was a wolf hunting a wolf, who sought to lead her deep enough into the darkness to make his final stand.
She wouldn't let him get the chance.
Before he could sense it— before he could even turn to scream— Shadow was upon him. Lithe steps leading her silently and far more swiftly than the eye could see. That song reached a crescendo the moment her teeth met his neck and canines pierced skin.
With her fingers pressed tightly over his mouth, his shouts were a muffled sound. His fight did nothing. A fruitless struggle as he writhed and screamed beneath her fangs. The blood was a frenzy in her mind and her body.
She couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She could only delight in it; the hunger satiated with every minute that passed. It was power. It was life.
And it was one she devoured.
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The scream that wrenched itself from her lips jolted Shadow awake. The fear was her own now as she gulped down air, tasting nothing, yet gagging with the memory of the blood coating her tongue. Shadow bolted for the bathroom, where she promptly emptied her stomach into the toilet.
Her bed was still empty when she returned. A simple call could fix it, of course. But, Shadow couldn't bring herself to make it. She wasn't one to cling to Jasper's comfort and to start now would only raise questions. Ones she couldn't— and wouldn't— answer.
She searched her memory, trying to reason with herself. This couldn't be a vision. She refused to even consider the possibility. It had to be a nightmare... a fear given form now that she knew what awaited her. There was no other explanation— none that Shadow wanted to hear, anyway.
