Here is the rough start of Luna’s Heat. I’m writing as fast as life will let me:
“No!” I screamed in my head at Radu but it was already too late.
“You are hungry, Childe. Feed!”
Darren caught me as I threw myself at him. His strong arms wrapped around me, ready to protect me.
I was so hungry. My stomach was twisted into painful knots. Eat or die.
“Feed,” Radu commanded.
I remember Darren’s brow knitting in confusion as I struck. He wasn’t expecting me to tear open his neck. He wasn’t expecting me to suddenly become so much stronger than him and overpower him. He toppled backwards with me on top. I swear the building shuddered at the impact.
With my new supernatural strength, I toppled the giant.
Fangs I didn’t even know I had ripped into his flesh. His blood hit my mouth and I practically cooed as I swallowed a great mouthful of it down. Warm and sweet like mother’s milk.
There was so much noise, so much static going on around us but the blood, Darren’s blood was all I cared about. Blood was life and I was dying.
Darren struggled beneath me. I was sitting on his stomach, my thighs tight around him. My hands held him with his arms pinned to his sides.
“No!” he commanded, “Don’t fucking touch her!”
I could sense them behind me, circling, growling with their hackles raised.
Darren was mine, they couldn’t have him.