To hell with the bond(Wyatt POV)

As I approached the house, I could smell Felicity. Not the same way that I used to though. Her scent was more alluring. I could almost taste a strawberry milkshake on my tongue, but it was the scent of her sweet blood that lured me closer.

I felt saliva pool in my mouth as my body basically forced me into the house.

Walking through the house that I'd called home, I followed her scent to the bedroom that we shared. Lying in the bed, Felicity was curled into the fetal position. The dampness on her cheeks glistened, and beneath the glow of the moonlight.... I could see how red and puffy her face was.

I felt physical pain in my chest listening to her sniffling and hiccupping in her sleep. When I left the hospital, I wasn’t thinking about anyone but myself and how much this changed my life.

I feel like an asshole. If Dex were here, he would have told me I was the biggest asshole.

And he would have been right.

I walked over, sitting gently on the bed next to Felicity. I gently brus