1417. Bids
Noah's blood echoed the beating of the large heart. Surges of hunger filled his body and created tides in his mental sea.
Even if Noah had surpassed the hybrid status, his instincts were still there, and they couldn't remain silent in front of the beating heart of a rank 8 magical beast.
Don slammed his hands on the transparent wall, and saliva drooled out of his open mouth. His instincts were also going crazy, but he lacked Noah's and Jordan's self-control.
"Don," Noah said as a growl fused with his human voice. "Sit."
Noah's pride filled the entire room and seeped inside Don's unstable mind, bringing clarity that his instincts were trying to take away. The hybrid slowly grew calm under that influence, and he sat back on the couch while shooting an amazed glance toward Noah.