Page 12 of Twice Bitten (Love, Lust & Magic #1)

“Never trust a werewolf, ,” came the echo of a soft, almost angelic voice.

I can clearly see that. Damn bastard, ’s present-day internal monologue continued.

A thumping in his head, grabbed for his forehead as his surroundings slowly came into view. His body was telling him he was in the same location he had been moments ago, but it certainly wasn’t the same century.

That’s when he noticed he was floating above a large crater. A smell that he could describe only as smoldering dirt filled his nostrils as fiery hues emanated from the bottom of the gigantic gash in the earth where Lovers’ Lane Lake used to be. Where’d the water go?

“Odessa?” called out into the darkness. Instead of Pruitt, the robed woman was now the only person within sight. She, too, appeared as though she could float through the air, and she did.

“Because of his unnatural physical strength, the werewolf sees himself as superior to you. The werewolf will do anything to prove his dominance and take advantage of you. You must remember that you can stop him with one single bite.”

“Clearly, he doesn’t know who he’s messing with then, lady,” a slightly panicked said as he waved his arms and legs in the air while remaining supernaturally suspended above the earth. He was surprised that he had control over his own dialogue, despite presuming he was reliving a memory. “How come I’m only remembering you now?”

A pale hand appeared from Odessa’s robe. She pressed her finger against his lips to indicate silence.

“ Remember ,” she whispered.

Just like that, all of ’s visuals seemed to melt away. Instead, they were replaced with flashes of memories. Some agonizing, some beautiful, some haunting.

The vampire felt the warm hands of Odessa, and of Pruitt—leading him, guiding him, caressing him. He remembered the passionate embrace of Pruitt, his body hard and naked against him as they took turns ravaging the other. He saw the cold, dark release of death—his vampire awakening.

screamed.