The aroma wafted through the train cars unabated till it reached her, beckoning. She was hungry. But she needed to stay put or risk her life to eat. Her stomach churned as the scent grew stronger.Ā
She licked her lips.
Her hand tremored reaching for the door. NO! She cautioned herself and turned away. She just needed to think about something else. Maybe open a window so the sweet smell had someplace to go.Ā
Yes, thatās it.
Window open, she took a deep breath. Knock on her door produced a guttural reaction she couldnāt stop.
Fangs out! Itās dinner time.
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