The Hunger_(0)
THE HUNGER THE HUNGER My body was telling me I needed to start planning dinner. I don’t need to eat the way you might. I sustain my life with fluids, but my race always calls it The Hunger. My life-mate and I were the last of our line on this continent. She was destroyed by the Others. No one seems to know why they hate Us. I’m not even sure if the Others know any more. Their attacks on Us have cost me some friends over the years. Of course, it affected me, but those who had been destroyed had not been mine. The loss of my life-mate was different. For the first time, I was truly alone. For the first time, I knew fear. I choose to introduce myself by the name I use …