Chapter 37

Keenan’s POV

“You really would not give me your blood?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“No,” I replied firmly.

“I really need it, Keenan,” she pleaded.

“What for?” I was a bit curious. The last time she said she needed human blood to survive, I was no human but a werewolf so what did she need my blood for?

“I… I think I might be addicted to your blood,” she was lying, and we both knew it.

“What did you use it for the last time?” I asked.

“It’s all for good, you know,” she replied vaguely.

“Good?”

“I cannot tell you exactly but I assure you it was not for anything… You know, evil,” she was smiling and I found that creepy.

“Are there times when you do good?” I asked with sarcasm laden voice.

“Not all witches are bad, there are good witches,” she said with a shrug.

“We call them druids or fairies and they exist only children stories,” I told her.

“I did not choose how I was born,” she said.