She could feel it, so deep it touched the
core of her very being..Hunger. Slowly, she opened her eyes and without moving
a muscle she let her eyes wander the room. Each object was just a thing, she
felt no emotion as she surveyed the room; with its wheat colored walls, blood
red curtains and various mementos of their life together scattered about. The
hunger was all there was, it staved off all other emotion; it kept the pain at
bay. She briefly allowed her thoughts to touch on the source of her pain and
then, she slammed a door deep in her mind shut.. once again the only feeling
was the deep abiding ever present hunger. The smile that slowly crossed her
face was one of satisfaction; she knew she was once again in control. Jeff
Alsens the man that betrayed her, her mate, her husband of 18 years would pay;
Shyla was angry; deadly angry.
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