When she woke up, the wings were gone, but she felt like she was still floating. The fangs were gone, but her lips were still trembling. His whispers could no longer be heard, but her heart was still panting. But that craving! Nothing could ever diminish that. With her eyes still closed, she reaches to another dose of Dracula Fangtasy Pralines, and… Slowly biting her lips, she plunges back in. Velvet werewolves carry her in a dance of seduction and desire. She’s one with the red flames of passion. She’s one with the distant howls in the night. She’s back in his arms. Once again, and for evermore