Blood and Moon: Book Two - Onyx
Soon after, I bit into my wrist and dripped some blood into a vial for them to give to him.
“That’s just gross,” the young wolf said. “Oh, you would actually love it. Sadly, you will never get a chance to taste.” I shot back and he grimaced at me bringing another smirk to my face.
A pure blood’s vampire was considered somewhat of a delicacy. It was highly sought after, not just for the tremendous healing qualities but because it was so rare. Very few got the chance to taste it. We did not share blood with anyone. The fact I was willing to provide this wolf with mine, meant I was going too far.