Aiden.
When I found out that the blood I drank earlier belonged to a werewolf, I felt sick to the stomach. My body trembled to the fact that I actually enjoyed it even if I fervently denied it and left the table in a hurry after she asked me that question.
I wanted to throw up.
What was this weird feeling I felt? This thought in my head that I couldn't ignore?
The main fact I was trying to ignore so badly.
When the thought hammered my reasoning, I had to pause my steps on my way out of the bathroom to think.
Do my family feed on werewolf blood?
Wait, hold on...
Do they actually drink werewolf blood?
I found myself shaking my head as the goosebumps filled my skin before Ashton's voice interrupted me from the other side of the door.
