Sister Moon
He carefully masked his hunger as he studied her reflected image in the smooth pane of glass. His second sight caught the throbbing pulse at her throat and he resisted the instinctual need to bare his teeth. Every fiber of his being demanded that he lunge at her, that he tear at her throat, that he devour her delicate flesh in a gluttonous display of passion. A mere human man would succumb to that need. He was stronger than that. She unconsciously straightened her gorgeous mane of black hair...
Supernatural