A lycanthrope doesn't stop being human. That power that he called his beast came at my touch. What's wrong now? I squeezed Jason's hand, and it was like that extra bit of contact took me closer to Richard. I don't know how I knew that he wasn't just busy getting real cream out of the fridge to pour into an honest-to-God cream pitcher.
I sucked him, rolled him with my tongue. Holding me in place. At least you feel something when I touch you. He won't be your son, he'll just be an animated corpse.
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