“I’m getting hungry,” I groaned.
As time passed, I felt more of the hunger and emptiness pulling at me from different directions. The constant, nagging desire made me more and more irritable. All I could think about was wanting blood. How could I get some? When would the next time I could get my hands on a warm body be?
“The blood bags aren’t cutting it. I need to feed on something else, someone else,” I said through grinding teeth.
“It’s only been a few hours since you started drinking from blood bags, Amara. I’m not sure that you are ready, just yet, to start on people, so please give the blood bags a chance,” Emanuele chuckled softly. Though, I could tell he was trying to hide the frustration he was undoubtedly feeling. It was written all over his face, even if he was trying his bes
