22. A Touch Of Magic

His poison is made of greed and pride and lust and gluttony. He is the personification of every evil.' -Bloodsongs.

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(Art)

Art was careful while driving back home. His heart was still thundering, and his eyes were alert on the curving road in front of them. The night was thick, and the air smelled pungent and damp, as if the taste and smell of the wolf lingered in the air even after it was gone.

Art warned Aurora to not look out the windows. He didn't want her to see any more of the disturbing sights tonight. He felt protective of her-a need that was beyond anything that could be controlled-and he wanted her to be safe, always safe.

"Hungry?" He smiled at her when her stomach growled like an ancient truck. She flushed and then nodded her head.

"Very. I am going to die of hunger if you don't feed me right this moment." She stepped out and he followed her inside his home.

"Mom, do you have anything to eat?" He shouted as they wandered inside.

"What happened to your venture to Sally's?