Zendedari bent low, caught the bloodstained shirt, and dragged the human closer, his need for death erupting. The call was wild and strong. Every word Caitlin had spoken concerning this man and his partner and what they had promised to do to her echoed in his mind. The need of the male to protect his mate and the hunger for retribution urged him to feel every moment of the taking of life.
Enoch could see the war raging in Zendedari. It would be a difficult thing for him to live with, the taking of blood during a kill. Kendalf and he had both done it, but the rush was addicting and dangerous.
In Zendedari's state, it could be forever damaging. He approached cautiously. "Zendedari, do not do this thing. You have too much to lose."
Zendedari whirled on him, baring teeth, a warning rumble bringing Kendalf to once again insert his body between them.