Once again Dante finds himself in a debate with his alter egoes. In his mind he hears once again those little voices telling him what to do. "Hey, if she lets you feed on her then we don't have to worry about our limited blood supply", one voice said. The other(and quieter) one was telling him, "Yeah but then you'd be no better than Isabella"
Dante knew that feeding off of Cyan would make him no better than Isabella but at the same time he was going to run out of the blood he brought with him. And he could tell by Tommorrow he'd need to feed anyway. Well she sounded like she'd be okay with it, he might as well try his luck. With that he retracted his claws and walked towards camp.
Dante knew that feeding off of Cyan would make him no better than Isabella but at the same time he was going to run out of the blood he brought with him. And he could tell by Tommorrow he'd need to feed anyway. Well she sounded like she'd be okay with it, he might as well try his luck. With that he retracted his claws and walked towards camp.