Chapter 4. William
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Blood.
William’s eyes fly open.
Blackness surrounds him.
A hunger like he has never known overwhelms him, as if every atom of his being were writhing in agony. He tries moving his arm, but his elbow collides against something hard.
He is in a box.
Voices go silent, and he realizes there are others out there. Who are they? What do they want?
Starvation makes it hard to think. He sucks in air to study their scents—
Blood.
Its nearness overrides all caution, and William throws open the lid of the box, consequences be damned.
The screaming and clattering reveal he has nothing to fear. He targets the smallest of them—after all, it was her blood that awoke him.
He just means to draw her back, yet even in his weakened state, he is too strong for her mortal body, and her head slams against the wall.
He finds himself savoring the galloping of her pulse, and he stares only at the deep red substance oozing from her hand as his fangs drop down with desire.
Then he bites.