Her teeth remained on the rabbit, pressing gently into the synthetic flesh and claiming it as her’s. Whatever she wanted, she received. If Elijah or Odette had something that she wanted, she simply took it. There wasn’t anything that they could do about it. She’d learned quickly that sinking her teeth into either of their hides elicited shrill, exhilarating sounds of pain—already, she held the instinct and mindset of a ferocious predator. It was bred into her, differentiating her from her mother’s domestic roots. She was made to stalk midnight forests and bring down panting, thrashing prey beside others of her kin.
Though finely, elegantly boned, she would surely take after her sire in size as she grew. She saw no reason not to simply snatch up something appealing that stood before her, despite her mother’s gentle reprimand. She gave no reaction—no indication that she’d even heard, not even the subtle prick of a folded ear. Sharp, yellow eyes watched her mother’s every movement, prepared for attack on her prize.
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