Leona waited for Kodlak to speak. ”To be frank, I don’t often get crazy bloodlust, and I think that might be because I fainted shortly after being turned . . . the blood seeping from my torn off leg was tempting, and that was really the only time I had such a strong urge. I had not thought much on the fact it was my own leg, but moreso wanting the coppery taste.
“No one in Hawthorne today is so ravenous for blood. Everyone has adopted their own ways, speaking of, eat the meat too. Don’t let it go to waste.” She obeyed, biting off a chunk of flesh. ”I personally don’t need much blood to satiate my drive. My grandmother, on the other hand, probably needs more than what she lets onto. But she also, from what I’ve heard, had a thing for wolf blood even before turning. Many of us in Hawthorne, who have been vampires for a while, are fine with what flows through small prey, such as that hare.” Leona nodded, content with that explanation.
“Well, all I know is this is quite the experience.” She chewed a couple mouthfuls of meat, thinking. Her cheeks flushed as she began to carefully speak. “Hey, Kodlak? Do you . . . do you think you’d like to pursue this tie?” She stumbled over her speech. “I mean . . . I think I really like you. And so far, you haven’t run away from me screaming. Do you think . . . pursuing it is a viable course of action?”

“No there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do; to make you feel my love.”