The kiss didn't rouse Koa at all, but when the glass cup connected with the floor he was up instantly, catching her from behind before she'd even made it to the sink to wash off her hand.<br/>His right hand gripped her wrist firmly as he leaned over her shoulder, licking at the blood with a quiet growl.<br/><br/>Her blood was sweet, almost sickeningly so, but he kept cleaning the wound, actually sealing it slowly with his saliva...a slight trick of his genetics.<br/>Most werewolves healed quickly...he healed others quickly.<br/><br/>His mind was elsewhere, as in not really paying attention to what he was actually doing to a student...his judgment clouded over with lack of sleep and energy, instinct the only thing fueling him at the moment.