Chapter Twelve: Volatile

I opened my eyes and let out a dry croaky groan. It is Saturday, the day I get to quench this burning thirst in my throat. Other than my sunken cheeks there weren't any other symptoms of my thirst( obvious ones that is), I can't stand this dryness for another day I have to FEED.

"Finally out of bed I see, you look like what the dog dragged in" My dad said when he saw me coming to the dining room.

"Uuuhhhh, I can't stand it anymore if I don't have some blood today I might lose it" I said grasping my throat with both hands. My parents gave each other a quick glance then scrutinized my whole figure searching for symptoms.

"We'll be heading deep into Thicket woods tonight so that we'll have no witness, I've told John to let his pack keep watch so that any unwanted entity won't interfere" My father broke the silence first. Thicket woods is where most of the recent murders have been happening so it is quite necessary to have some outside security dogs... Wolves I m