Chapter67

LUCAS POV Frustration filled me. I wanted so bad to have a taste of that slave. What was she to me anyway? Nothing, that's what. Leaving her behind, scared witless, I began to march back to my home. The ground beneath me turned from grass to gravel, to pavement. Every step I took was agony, knowing that I wouldn't be indulging in her blood tonight. I knew I had to be careful, if she died it would be horrible. I had never tasted or smelt anyone like her. She was intoxicating and I needed more. I growled in resentment at her frailty. She was supposed to be stronger than a human even if her wolf was locked up and weakened. I angrily swung my front door open. To the living room on the right kneeled Jenna, rapidly scrubbing away at the floors. She bowed her head when she saw me and put down the sponge, awaiting an order. Ignoring her, I turned left and walked through the double doors to my study. Once through, I slammed the doors shut behind me to find my recluse. I had to find some sort of