Death's Redemption (The Eternal Lovers Series) by Marie Hall

eyes.
    “Lise,” Frenzy muttered not knowing what else to do, “if you’re hearing, the time is now.”
    The air quickened, tightened with sparks of raw power. Tingling and rolling across his skin like a burst of lightening. George hissed, shaking his head with a dazed look.
    A large, indrawn breath gasped and rattled.
    “Now!” Frenzy pointed at Mila. “Do it now.”
    Bringing her wrist to his mouth, George bit.

Chapter 4
    F ire.
    She was covered in it; it was rolling inside her, through her. Running down her arms, legs, pumping like a fiery fist through her heart. Mila wanted to scream, but when she opened her mouth, it was like someone had fused her vocal chords. All she could do was grunt and cry and wish like hell she’d just die already.
    “Hold her down,” a hard male voice grunted, and then two sets of hands clamped down on her arms.
    Last thing she remembered was staring into a pair of silver eyes. Silver eyes that belonged to the man with fire in his hair, whose movements made her think of the rapacious glide of a panther, both deadly and graceful.
    She’d begged him not to let her turn. Begged him. With what little strength she’d had left in her body, she’d told him to never let it happen.
    But she felt the change happening, felt her blood bubbling, frothing, evaporating inside her veins. Spasming, she screamed inside her brain.
    The moment she turned, she’d drive a stake through her heart.
    *  *  *
    “What’s happening to her?” Frenzy scowled, turning to George.
    Holding up his hand, George nodded. “She’s necrotizing. This is the process. If you can’t handle it, then go someplace else.”
    From the moment George had bitten Mila, she’d begun the change. To the shifter’s credit, he hadn’t stayed on her long.
    Her skin had slowly leached of color, turning from a muted pink to an ivory so pale it almost appeared tinted with shades of blue. The veins underneath stood out in bold relief, a vivid greenish blue, but as time continued they grew more and more pale.
    The blood that’d been coating her face and neck was literally absorbing into the skin, which was starting to gleam like a freshwater pearl. Blond hair that’d appeared ashen before was doing something strange. Instead of color leaching out, it was growing bolder. Brighter. Shot through with veins of gold.
    “What the hell is happening to her?”
    George shook his head, his eyes roaming her face. “I told you I wasn’t sure what would happen. She’s been bitten by two sets of species.”
    Ripping the shredded section of shirt off her stomach, Frenzy pointed. “The bites are fading, and look at her eyes.”
    A thin film of translucent flesh grew over the eyes, gradually shifting from clear to the same odd grayish-pearl tone of the rest of her body.
    “A lone wolf cannot regenerate.”
    Pulling her lips back, Frenzy touched the tip of his finger to her canine. “She obviously is. But look at this, it’s not growing.”
    She didn’t seem to be turning into a vampire; a vampire was useless without its fangs. But she was definitely regenerating, so did this mean that she’d be one of the rare viable hybrids?
    Tracing the length of her sewn-up cheek, George shook his head. “This isn’t healing.”
    Her mouth opened then, and a scream ripped out of her throat, followed by large amber-colored doe eyes turning to him with a hostile glare. The silence was almost eerie after that earsplitting shriek.
    “You,” she hissed and sat up, clutching at the tatters of her shirt. Then her eyes landed on George, her chest heaved in and out, and her nostrils flared as panic scrawled a hard line across her brows.
    But rather than freak out and scream again, she merely stared, the silence confounding Frenzy.
    Whatever transformation was going to happen to the mortal seemed to have occurred. Her skin was alabaster smooth, and her nails were long and deadly sharp looking. The hair was supple and silky and falling like a billowy wave