Abigail had her pupils dilatated and shining an intense red she didn't move an inch of her body yet her skin got even paler than usual. She squeezed her eyes as her senses were so much developed that it was confusing and she didn't know what voices to focus on. She could hear the residents' voices and at the same time the verses of the animals in the wood.

Her mouth dried and her hunger suddenly was replaced with thirst, but the thirst of blood. Even if she never tasted it and she didn't know how it tasted yet she could feel all her body craving for it. Her pupils widened.

She heard the call of a sheep in the surroundings and like if she had been starving for years she got up from the bed and ran toward the exit.

She reached the wood in a few seconds and hid behind a bush waiting for the poor animal to be distracted so that she could attack her victim.

But suddenly her senses shifted their direction and were pushing her to another desire, another smell that was nothing compared to the sheep one. It was more fresh and so savory that her saliva was dripping out her mouth when her gaze fell over a child walking alone in the wood.

Abigail took a step forward to charge but right when she was about to shoot Victor grabbed her from behind and crushed her against the ground.

"Abigail!" he yelled at her. "You have to resist your senses." He said groaning at her when she tried to whimper trying to get free from Victor's grip. The child unconsciously turned around to see from where the voices were coming from and when he saw two people with long fangs claws and red flashing eyes he began to shake in fear before turning around to run as fast as he could.

"Nooo!" Abigail screamed seeing her tasty meal escaping and she groaned in the sign of protest at her husband. Why did he dare to oppose her desire?

He kept her still and teleported her back to her bed.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, Abigail's groans proved to him she was very hungry.

He speeded toward the door and locked it before rushing to the kitchen and grab every type of meat he had to bring to his wife.

He placed the pots filled with blood and meat and Abigail didn't hesitate for a second before inserting his claws on the raw meat and eat it like if it was the most delicious dish she ever had.

She cleared all the pots and dishes eating every crumb of it, she blurted out so aloud that Victor remained shocked for some seconds and blinked few times. She returned to her senses only a few minutes after when her stomach was full and her energies were recharged and that's when she realized what she was going to do to the child.

Abigail covered her mouth with her hand and sighed. She stuttered in a frightened shaky voice, "I was going to eat him. The desire was uncontrollable it was like if I was watching myself from outside."

Abigail couldn't recognize herself it was like her senses were overdeveloped and she couldn't even crave human food anymore. All she wanted was meat and more meat.

"Maybe I should have warned you about the effects the transformation would have over your body." Victor took a resigned breath as he bit his inner cheek. He felt guilty and he knew he couldn't go back in time and there wasn't an escape from such a decision.

Abigail still had to get used to how her new body felt like and even if she was feeling stronger and wasn't having pain at all somehow she was regretting her hast decision.

"Are you alright?" He asked, Abigail, nodded massaging her head since she was still confused and in denial of what she was able to do only to answer to her primal animalistic needs.

"Yes. I am." She lied to both him and herself as she let her head fell over the pillow.

"It was our unique possibility. If I didn't turn you you would have suffered so much and there were higher chances of you dying." Victor explained himself, but Abigail already closed her eyes to abandon herself to sleep and tiredness leaving Victor in a state of concern and guilt.

He locked the door of Abigail's room to get in the garden and start punching the trees and all the rocks of the surrounding just to release his frustration against something. He was bursting out and he was so concerned his gesture would ruin their almost perfect relationship. He would never forgive himself.

When he returned home after one hour and lots of punches against the wall's residence he found Abigail nonchalantly sipping tea in all her tranquility.

Victor frowned his forehead shocked, wondering how she escaped from her room if the door was locked. She rushed toward his room only to find a broken door.

When he returned to the kitchen room before he could ask for an explanation Abigail already answered to him, "I discovered I am strong enough to tear down doors."

Victor raised his eyebrows and dropped his jaw, he was always used to a well-mannered Abigail, he didn't recognize the new version of her.

"Do you feel better?" Victor asked clearing his voice and heading toward the fridge to get some food. He knew she would get hungry in a matter of seconds and he needed to be ready for that.

"I do," Abigail replied in a cold almost detached tone of voice.

Victor sighed, as his concern amplified seeing her not acting like her usual self anymore.

"Maybe I should call Roselyn and ask her for help." He whispered as he thought aloud, collecting his thoughts and trying to figure out a more rational and thought solution.

Abigail groaned hearing her sister's name, "no, you shouldn't." She said, her eyes flashed in anger and her fists clenched.. By clenching her fists the claws sunk cutting her skin as she wasn't still used to have such long sharp nails.