That need to put my skin against his was still there. The wolves gave us enough person power to meet the demands. His eyes were the eyes of the dead. It matters, I said.
Apparently Ronnie was driving them home, but the fight wasn't over. I made sure my unhappiness about the whole topic showed in my voice. I'd found that if I didn't struggle, that I could breathe with this much down my throat. The sensation of that much meat in my mouth was almost overwhelming, and I fought not to bite down and take away all that flesh.
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