Brian stayed sprawled flat, his eyes mostly closed. His whole body felt heavy, satisfied all the way through. He managed to get enough of a hold on his brain to slide his hand down the guy’s arm, check his pulse—hard and steady but not hectic, his skin still warm, no sign he’d just donated what felt like at least a liter of blood zipping around Brian’s veins.
“What the fuck did I just do,” the werewolf said blankly.
Oh wow, what a ride! Love this take on vampires and werewolves and how they fit into this world.