His words snapped Deepa out of her daze.
She lowered her gun and ran, dashing in the opposite direction as fast as her feet could take her.
What the fuck was that?
She had never felt such overwhelming magnetism towards another person before. It was as if he had cast a spell over her.
Maybe there was something in werewolf saliva that caused their victims to become infatuated with them?
Deepa shuddered. She wanted to throw up. It was mortifying to think that way about the man who ruined her life.
Her feet carried her down a random street, not knowing or caring where she was going.
"What's wrong with me?" she murmured, gripping her head, her claws digging into her scalp.
It had to be the infection. It was slowly driving her mad.
Deepa brought the gun to her forehead, ready to end it all, but her hand began to shake, quickly sprouting fur.
"No," Deepa hissed as she fell to her knees, the voices in her head becoming unbearable.
Him. Him. Him. Him. Him, they chanted.
Deepa screamed, clawing at her ears, desperate to silence the voices.
The pain was blinding, her muscles contorting, her bones snapping and reforming.
She collapsed to the ground, the gun forgotten as her body writhed.
It felt like she was being torn apart and put back together again. Her skin burning, the fur covering her body doing nothing to sooth it.
She screamed, the sound coming out as a howl. Her teeth began to grow longer, sharp and jagged as they cut into her gums.
And then there was silence.
The transformation was complete.
Chapter Four
The wolf didn't care about Deepa's human pain. She was driven by much simpler instincts, hunger and lust.
She dashed through the dark streets until she emerged into the forest, bounding over tree roots and dodging bushes.
The air smelled of pine and earth, a refreshing change from the foul city.
The wolf inhaled deeply, her pace quickening as the scent of another wolf filled the air.
Him.
It was a call that she couldn't ignore. Making her blood quicken and her heart race.
The scent grew stronger as she drew closer, the masculine aroma making her mouth water.
She emerged into a clearing to find a large white wolf standing in the center, pale fur gleaming under the moonlight.
They locked eyes, and she could feel the electricity in the air, the tension growing between them.
His blue eyes were bright and piercing, his expression hungry.
