(BLUE'S POV)
"I love you," I whispered.
And then I sank my teeth in.
The first mouthful of Mason's blood didn't just taste like blood alone.
It tasted like warmth. Like life. Like forests after rain, when the earth is fresh and new and everything smells of possibility. Like the first sunrise after a long, brutal winter—golden and hopeful and achingly beautiful.
It tasted like home.
The beast inside me stopped its desperate howling, stunned into silence. The fog that had clouded my mind for so long began to clear, swept away by the golden tide of Mason's essence. My endless hunger simply... stopped.
Not because I was full. Not because my body had been satisfied with quantity.
But because for the first time in my immortal life, my body had found the one thing it had always been missing.
