Derek's POV.
My fangs were emerging, and I desperately wished Elena would shift away, but she didn't. The scent of her blood filled my nostrils, and I struggled to resist, but my instincts were too strong.
I sank my fangs into her neck, and she let out a loud growl. I felt a surge of guilt, wanting to pull away, but my thirst for blood overpowered my self-control. I continued to drink her blood, unable to stop myself.
After feeding, Elena collapsed to the ground, and I felt overwhelming guilt as I stared at her lifeless body.
I shook her, calling out her name, "Elena, Elena!" but she remained unconscious.
Marrok reassured me, "She'll be fine," but I couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility.
"I shouldn't have done that," I said, my voice heavy with regret. "I should have controlled myself."