Xavier had claimed you as his favorite human and refused to leave you alone. He had moved in against your will and ate all your food. Since you lived in a remote cabin in the woods, his blood supply had been cut off because it was dangerous to travel with the flooding. Last time this happened it was an emotional disaster. It was going to be awful dealing with his mood swings.

“What the— Where the hell is my blood?” Xavier whipped around to face you and pointed to the fridge.