Now on to the excerpt!
Blood was the
essence to his madness.
The hunt was on. The adrenaline in his veins kept the
creature thrilled. He found no delight in mundane things. What mattered was the
chase.
While his initial thought suggested snagging a human for a
quick snack, something changed. Though rain hindered his sense of smell by
converging everything together, a persistent scent that stood out caught his
attention. One that made him falter before taking the life of an earlier prey.
The lucky bastard would live tonight thanks to the enriching and enticing aroma
that pulled him its way.
Hunting in the enemy’s territory was such a turn on,
particularly this wannabe victim who smelled like honeysuckle. Boot-clad feet
planted in heavy mud as the hungry predator tilted his head back. His nostrils
flared as his senses tingled with the need to devour whoever carried the
tantalizing sweetness in their blood. A flavor that begged for death. One plea
he would gladly fulfill.
Eyes that saw through the night, aligned in the direction
his nose led him, bringing him to a dilapidated building made up of brick and
mortar. His tongue flicked out and slid over gleaming teeth, careful of the
fangs that sharpened with the thought and anticipation of draining the prey.
But as he stepped forth, his head twisted toward an invading
pungent smell.
Dogs. And not one
that could be shaken off easily.
Chapped lips peeled back and a defensive hiss slipped out
with a flash of his fangs. At war with his desire to feed and the need to flee,
he looked toward the building, then retreated to the woods and escaped into the
darkness.