Roan
Roan leaned back in his own chair, trying to assess the situation. Yes, it was a fact he had a deep hunger which hardly ever got satiated enough. In the past sometimes it took two or more pets to come to him a night to make the hunger die down. But things had changed over the centuries and right now he couldn’t even remember the last time he fed from their blood. The last person whose blood he took was Mia when she was still a pet and he didn’t know how to deal with his strange feelings for her. Roan still had no idea what to do to her but ever since that day, he hadn’t even craved anyone’s blood again.
The realization made him stop in his tracks. The impossibility of it. That happened months ago and he didn’t feel any hunger for the blood of the living. His thoughts flew to the str
