"What if there's something we can do about it?" the demon core asks, its voice not a sound so much as a pressure behind Morgan's eyes.
Morgan does not answer immediately because he doesn't need to.
The thought settles into him with disturbing ease, sliding past his resistance as if it had always lived there. It doesn't feel like a suggestion. It feels like recalling something he once knew and deliberately forgot.
Yes, he thinks, lips peeling back from his teeth as another vampire barrels toward Grayson with lethal intent. There is something I can do. About all of it.
The forest around them has devolved into chaos. Branches snap under the weight of bodies colliding at inhuman speeds. The ground is slick with blood, wolf and vampire alike, and the air reeks of iron, burned ozone, and rot so thick it coats the tongue. Morgan's senses are stretched wide open now, pulled by the demon core embedded inside him, every heartbeat in the clearing thudding loudly in his skull.
