THIRD PERSON POV:
Violet drenched in the blood of wolves breathed heavy. Splitting the last wolf she found completely in half. She was responsible for the demise of this small pack. Even with all the dead wolves around her, the bloodlust didn't subside. She still craved more blood.
Ash saw his wife painted red and that was it for him. He couldn't watch Violet like this anymore. He stormed over to her and picked her up "Someone call the Madison and get me a room; I'm taking my wife to wash herself and eat something other than vengeance.
Violet didn't fight him, she let her husband throw her over his shoulder and she just rested her chin on her hand and her elbow on his back.
"When I get you to the hotel room, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." Ash growled low.
"What's stopping you from doing it right here?" Violet purred, her tone all too clear how deathly serious she was.
