"Well, what the hell is wrong with you?" I heard Donna scream from behind me.

She was huddled against the brick face of our den, but she hadn't gone back inside with the other women.

"Are you and idiot? Don't you have any sense?" she screamed coming forward.

I had to give her credit, she was acting braver than I would have expected. Admittedly, she smartly stayed behind Joel and I, but she said her peace.

"I'm sorry," the man stuttered.

He was back to being human with short cropped blonde hair and obvious bite wounds on his neck. Despite the wounds and the tongue lashing, his raging erection had...