Random Impulse

 Second of Week 12

This was a piece I deleted from a story I've been writing for awhile now. I keep getting stuck on this particular part and instead of scrapping it I figured I would put it to use on my blog.
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            Taryn Archer startled awake, sitting up straight in his bed before his eyes even had time to open. He was gasping for air as his shoulder burned with excruciating pain and his mind put together the nightmare that had just awakened him.

            Vincent had finally made his move. Taryn knew he was going to eventually. The murders were leading up to something; he just never knew he was going to go to such an extreme. Vincent had just infected a human. A woman… And for whatever reason Mother Nature decided to bind her to his pack. He could feel the pain of her wound, it was mirrored on his own flesh. It was the neuropsychological connection between them that made it possible. I was a power that distinguished him as alpha.