Page 77 of Marked By His Hunger
She had told the truth.
And she had been punished for it before.
Rage flooded me.
Not hunger.
And with it, a fierce need to defend.
To shield.
To protect.
I watched her flee out the door and before I could follow, the one called Dietrich came to the door as if to chase her.
I moved before thought could stop me. Blocked his path with my bulk and a snarl.
“Back inside,” I growled.
And he paled beautifully.
“Who-who are you?”
“Draugr? That you?” Bench—a Monster I called friend—asked cautiously.
I didn’t bother with explanation.
“Who is she to you? The Necromancer.”
“Aye, is she claimed then, Revenant?” Dietrich asked.
The questions swatted against me like battering rams and I felt my inner beast surge.
My lip pulled back in a snarl that silenced the entire barroom before letting out the one word I never should’ve uttered aloud.
“Mine.”
The word tore free of me like prophecy.
And the Monster inside me howled.
Mine.
The pull sharpened into agony.
I needed to find her.
Introduce myself.
Claim.
Bite.
Drink.
No!
Control.
