-His craving is you, not blood.

You lived in the woods in your cabin. Yeah it was small but it was cozy, and safe.

You went out to chop some wood before it hit dark so your fire didn’t go out, bringing your dog with you.

“Hey bingo,” You greeted the husky, nodding for him to go get you some wood.

You started chopping, your muscles flexing with each swing. You panted, grunting as you heard leaves crunching.

Thinking it was bingo, you didn’t mind until you heard heavy breathing and a hard pain of a needle-like feeling on the left side of your neck.

Fuck.