Now there’s no holding back, I’m making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The snapping of twigs alerted Quinn to her prey, staggering clumsily over roots and fallen logs, unable to see more than a step in front of her at such a late hour. Quinn, however, saw perfectly, still heard excellently even over the rush of wind past her ears. She smelt the blood from her initial bite to the brunette’s arm, could almost feel the second heartbeat alongside her own.
The prey suddenly fell from her sight with a scream. Quinn skidded to a halt with ease and chuckled as she looked down at the smaller girl, seeming even more fragile than usual, desperately trying to stand on a injured leg and scurry up the opposite side of the ditch she had fallen into.
The mud allowed her bare feet to slide to the bottom, where she rolled on top of the other girl, pinning her down and causing her to cry out as weight was placed on her damaged body. The wolf smirked, lowering her head to place a kiss at the girl’s neck.
“Hi, Sweetie,” she whispered, pointed teeth tugging at the earlobe of her whimpering girlfriend.
The saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground