The power he drank was soothing and mighty, a sense of peace and calming coming over him. But more than that were flashes of images he didn’t recognize. A female with red-brown hair and violet eyes. Another female with dark skin that glowed with a silver aura and raven black hair floating around her. A kiss beneath the moonlight. Swords clashing. A panther prowling. “That’s enough,” Tristyn growled, yanking his arm back. Axel’s fangs tore his flesh, but the male didn’t seem to care.
