"Shifters don't believe in vampire self-control." Riley let out a grunt as his arms flopped to his sides. He rose a leg to hook it over the bed, rubbing his raw wrists as he slid onto the mattress completely. He touched his forehead to the blood-spattered sheets and then raised himself up on his hands and knees. "But if he knew you wouldn't be allowed to kill me, maybe he just wanted to see me sweat." Riley couldn't have imagined sending children to fangers a month or two ago, but now? He still didn't want to do it, but he knew that he could do it, if it meant that those pups with Dean's eyes wouldn't look at him anymore. He arched his back, looking up at the ceiling with human eyes, and then rolled his head back down, hearing his neck pop and crack. He had never felt more alive, and had never felt closer to death.
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