The house was empty without even the guards and Nikolas began to move towards a scent.

He could scent blood and flesh from afar and he inched closer toward the treatment room, ready to pounce on whosoever the prey was.

He opened the door to find a figure laying on the bed, breathing gently, her face was covered with bruises.

From his blurry gaze, he knew it was Brielle but his mind was set on biting her neck.

He grabbed her neck, his large claw closing around it.

She stirred and opened her eyes softly and her eyes widened when she saw the ferocious beast holding her neck.

Fear began...