Octavion appeared near the creek just long enough to get his bearings. An instant later he’d traveled deep within the forest where he could have his release without the girls hearing him. How could he have lost control like that? He’d intended to show Kira what she needed to fear and perhaps stop her inquiries, but his wild display quickly turned into a complete transformation when he caught her scent. It didn’t help that he’d accidentally scratched her skin, sending his desires into overdrive. When she opened her eyes and he saw the fear in them—the fear in her soul—it set him back. What kind of a man was he?
He spun around and slammed his fist into a nearby tree, no longer fighting the beast that raged in his heart. Within seconds he’d made a kill, the final pulse of the creature’s jugular throbbed against Octavion’s lips. The warm flesh was ripped loose from the bone by his razor sharp teeth and strong jaws. There was no mistaking it—tonight he was a wild animal and he had no intention of holding back, even though his ravenous behavior was exactly what he feared Kira would see.
When he’d had his fill, he went to the falls to clean up. The cool water rushed over the raw abrasions on his knuckles, and calmed him enough to bring his physical transformation back to where it was barely noticeable. Only a slight burning remained across his shoulders. It didn’t help that Lydia’s thoughts pierced his mind, reminding him of what he’d done—like he’d ever be able to forget. He could only hope that Kira would find it in her heart to forgive him.