Changing

Syvan stepped into the shower.

The cold water hitting his body made him shiver. He clasped his hand to the wall gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to scream his heart out.

Had he stayed in the room for much longer he would have reaped Daylen's heart out. All the anger and hatred he showed in the room were real. The only act he put on was pretending that he didn't care.

Every ounce of blood in his veins was on fire. Something in Daylen's blood was hurting him. The blood cured him of the poison the witch injected him with but it was doing something to his body. Changing him in ways that Syvan couldn't understand.

Daylen's blood wasn't ordinary. It was the blood of a werewolf and to top it up one of a god. His emotions were heightened but not as they usually were. It was multiplied by a thousand as compared to his normal state. Syvan was able to hear everything happening in town. Feel the emotions of every vampire within that rage and see through every thought that was passing