"So, he drank your blood?" Peter asked, incredulity ringing in his voice, already on his feet, his fiery gaze burning on a confused Kane.
"Did you drink his too? Did you bite my son, ancient? Did you compel him?"
He then looked at Derek, as if his son was not there, as if someone else had taken control of his son, as if he was a puppet to some vampire master. Lucille's fear had come to pass.
"Is he among you people now? Would he now feed on blood, instead of normal food like normal people…"
"…careful, Alpha. This is a sensitive matter, and I suggest you tread carefully. Kane didn't force your son to drink his blood. It had been his choice alone." Nathan interrupted Peter's charade gently, yet firmly. His eyes were strongly fixed on Peter who chose to ignore him, rather than answer him.
"Yes, Dad…I made the choice myself. I wasn't compelled or whatever…"
"And how would you know if you were compelled or not…"
