Blood.
It was the ultimate seduction.
Rex swiped his claws and killed a voidal monster.
Blood screamed across his face, still warm from the last breath of the voidal monster he killed, forcing him to swallow hard in restraint. His Werewolf side was churning, activating, begging him to be let out as his body wobbled on the edge of transforming.
Even his lips parted slightly—his desire to devour flesh was barely contained.
But he managed to hold it all in.
Rex didn't remember how long he had been dwelling deep within the horde's ranks, probably almost a minute already, but he kept going. The dark dome was already gone. He was now fighting in the open, with the wetness of blood all around him.
His eyes blurred.
Not because he was unfocused, but he was hyper-focused on only the motion he picked.
