Alyson's POV
I was very afraid. But I wanted to try. "Donna, could you leave for a moment?"
"What?" She spluttered through tears.
"I think I might be able to help, but I'd prefer if you leave."
She looked a little baffled. "If you can help. Anything is worth a try." Unlike Michael, she was trusting. Nothing in her face held any suspicions of me.
As soon as she stepped out of the cabin. I took some warm water in a cup. I poked at the cut on my wrist till I could get a few drops of blood into the water. I entered Ryan's room.
It smelt like him there. I hesitated in the doorway, wondering if this might be a mistake. I worried that he would change after he tasted the blood. Even if he'd been kind up to now, what if this changed how he
