Rupert's POV.

I pinned him to the floor, as my fangs elongated, my tongue flicked through his sensitive skin, and his blood scent hit my nostrils, he smelled all fresh and tasty, I wanted it, I longed for it, and I knew, that I couldn't hold my longing for the blood of this fellow. My elongated fangs pierced his shoulder he turned pale, and he was kicking and screaming. His blood gush into my mouth, it's tasty, it's different from every other she-wolves blood, I have tasted, I was going to empty it.

"Rupert, what are you doing?" That was Campbell's voice, I could recognize it but I was to...