Chapter 50
Blood hunger spiked in her body. She sucked the cloth until the metallic taste of blood ran across her tongue. Blood of the dead.
She dropped to her knees before the grave that someone had invaded and began digging. Her talons performed the work of claws, working quickly on the freshly dug grave. When she reached the coffin, long ribbons of drool fell from her mouth. The corpse seemed fresh, not more than a day old.
Never embalmed, thought Spice.