I let Requiem lead me past the puzzled werewolf. It came off more as pretentious. I'd worry about it later. Empty, just like I felt.
The sweet tang of blood trailed across my tongue, and it brought me back into myself, helped me pull back before I hurt him. They seemed to consider me almost more dangerous than the vampires. I felt his energy, for lack of a better word, fading. I knew he wasn't really seeing the yard that bordered the church.
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