SORROWS AND PRAYERS.

Third person P.O.V.

Adora’s body replenished greatly from the sucking, after she was done, Cleontella pushed the limp body aside and turned to the ones that had kept her roaming the earth miserably for all these years.

“You … killed … her?” The second man stuttered in fear as Cleontella lifted herself up from the ground, she really hated sharing her nieces’ body, because that meant that when she was weak or hurt physically, then so was she.

Her tongue clicked at the idiocy of the people in the room with her, because even in her recovery state she could still hear the faint heartbeat of the missus, she had drained her not killed her, the woman would live granted she was heavily fed the coming days, if the Alpha would let her live that is.