Page 25 of Tempting Triton (Mated Myths #2)

Triton

E verything around us is warm. Warm, loud, and wet.

Roaring fills our ears, blocking out the sound of anything else except the thundering of our heartbeat in our chest. We scent blood, it perfumes the air and lingers in the water.

Ours and something else. Our mate. Memories flash to the ship that reeked of death, our whale cousins slaughtered on the deck, their blood thick in the water.

Our eyes snap open. We need to see our mate. We need to know she is safe.

We do not recognize our surroundings. A rushing waterfall to the side, cliffs all around us.

Our heartbeat thunders like a violent rainstorm smashing against the surface of churning waves, both competing for who can wreak the most havoc.

There is blood in the air, and blood in the water, only this time, it is sweet, tantalizing, teasing.

Hunger flares to life like a fire burning in our gut, driving us mad.

It is my time, and I am ravenous.