~Rhen~
"You're not hopping in with them?" I ask her, retrieving a towel from the cupboard under the sink.
"My scent overwhelmed him," she says, and I look at Leon worriedly. He has been off since he arrived home, and if Raidon is in there with him, something must have gone down for her to be sitting at the sink looking upset.
"I don't get why he doesn't just feed off me," Harlow mumbles. He could, werewolves have more blood than humans, but still Leon would rather not risk it.
"Because he has gone cold turkey. He will struggle to stop," I tell her, shucking her under the chin before unbuttoning my shirt. Raidon hops out so I can take his place, and I don't miss how she licks her lips or the scent of her arousal as she watches him grab a towel, securing it around his waist.
"Don't look
