Chapter 283

Kane's POV

Zael shows up at sunset, looking haggard and near death. “Did it take you this long to fly back?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he answers and sinks into the nearest chair, dropping his head in his hands.

“You would have been better off resting somewhere for the day.”

“Yes,” he replies, his voice muffled.

“Are you feeding?”

“No. None of us are. Our donors are too far away, and we can’t risk feeding on random humans right now.”

“Goddess, Zael,” I say. “You need to feed.”

“I know, Kane, but what do you suggest we do?”

That is a good question, one to which I have an answer and solution for once. The wolves won’t like it if I tell them the vampires have to feed on them. To supernaturals, the exchange of blood is very personal, too intimate. “We have a whole camp full of humans. How do you do it back home? Do you take it directly from the source, or…”

“If we have a close relationship with the human we bite them, otherwise, we just use blood bags.”

“Like…at a blood bank?”

“Yes.”