Chapter 45

I had been wrong about one thing that night. The hunger never waits. And it won't be pushed aside for long. You don't neglect the hunger, it simply won't let you and naively I had started to believe I could already control it. How very wrong I was. Finding myself in a new home with six men I had only just met probably wasn't the most well-thought-out of plans that I had ever had. Still, it had never been a plan at all, more instinct than anything else. I wanted to be a part of this and I couldn't even explain why. I didn't know these people and I certainly didn't owe them anything, but something that clawed constantly at my gut told me that Garrick was right. There is always hope. I felt it. I believed it. And that to me was the greatest revelation; that after everything I had suffered, the betrayal, the turning, the torture, crawling around in the dirt and my own filthy human stench, I could still believe in hope and that convinced me that I needed to stay here. Well, tha