Lila's POV

"What? What would happen?" I exasperated.

"He's hot, isn't he? Sweating, shivering, making awful sounds?" He asked.

"What's going on?" I growled.

"Bloodlust, Lila. He needs to feed." He sighed. "Animal blood alone isn't going to satisfy the hunger in him." He whispered.

I gasped and dragged in a shaky breath. "Got it." I drawled, letting out my breath slowly.

"Wait!" He blurted. "There is another option..." He hesitated, taking a deep breath. "We could make him go cold turkey, so to speak. The risks are high, and he may not survive it, but his bloodlust will only get worse, and he'll be murderous." He continued.

I snarled,...