"This one isn't changing," said Sammy as he hovered over the body of one young man.
The guy's pants were soaked with piss, and his arm was covered with bite marks, but there were no signs of transformation.
"Shit," Axel muttered. "He's immune."
"Immune?"
"Some humans with werewolf ancestors can't be turned."
Reese returned to his human form. "What do you want to do with him?"
"Kill him." Axel turned away. "It's better if he doesn't fall into Infection Control's hands."
Axel ran off his remaining adrenaline in the woods, his white wolf form bounding over logs and bushes.
His heart hammered in his chest, his mind consumed by the thrill of the hunt, the need for violence.
He didn't feel any guilt about what happened. Humanity declared war against them centuries earlier, forcing them to live in the shadows. They were simply fighting back to take their place as the rightful rulers of the planet.
Axel soon found himself back at Luke's house.
It was stupid, and a risk, but the need to see her overwhelmed all rational thought.
He shifted back into a human and slipped through the backdoor, making his way through the dark and silent house.
Her scent filled the halls.
Axel found her asleep in his bed, dried tears staining her face as she tightly hugged a pillow.
Axel carefully climbed into bed next to Deepa, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest.
She sighed softly, her body relaxing against him.
Axel nuzzled her hair, inhaling her sweet scent, the tightness in his chest easing.
I'm so sorry, he wanted to say, but he couldn't form the words.
He pressed his lips to her throat, feeling her pulse. Her skin was warm, her heart beating strong and steady.
Deepa’s eyes fluttered open, a frown forming on her lips.
"You're back," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
"Yeah." His hand rubbed slow circles on her hip.
She shifted slightly, her ass pressing against his rapidly growing cock.
Axel bit back a groan.
He should get up, put some distance between them before they ended up having sex again, but her scent was intoxicating, and she let out a small moan, her ass grinding against his crotch.
Axel bit his lip, his hands roaming over her hips and up her torso. He was a slave to his instincts, and there was nothing he could do to fight it.
Deepa whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut, her hands gripping his wrists.
He needed to taste her, to hear her moan his name, to feel her body quivering beneath his touch.
Axel slid his hand between her thighs, finding her already soaked.
