Chapter 65: The second follower
Kate stared at him like he’d just told her the moon was made of cheese.
"No," she whispered.
"Yes," Damon said cheerfully.
"NO."
"Yes." Damon was clearly enjoying this far too much.
Kate clutched her stomach, her face frozen in a mixture of disbelief and horror. "Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?! I thought I was just craving burgers or something after that hospital visit! I was gonna get the Big Mac!"
Damon burst out laughing. "Big Mac! Oh my god!"
"Don’t laugh at me, you idiot!" she growled, baring her fangs, which, now that she noticed, had gotten sharper. "How am I supposed to get blood?! I’m not going to... bite someone! That’s insane!"
"You’ll learn to control it," Damon said, his tone calming now. "At first, the hunger’s overwhelming. But after your first real feed, you’ll stabilize. Come on. Let’s go and find something for you to eat."
Kate looked reluctant, but when Damon’s shadow clone dragged a half-dead wolf to them, she instantly jumped on the beast. One whiff of the blood and her eyes changed, darkened, deepened, turned feral.
Without a word, Kate lunged at the wolf, fangs bared. She didn’t bite like a person would. She bit like a starving animal, desperate, instinctual, wild. The moment her lips touched the creature’s neck, a shiver ran down her spine, and she started sucking.