Chapter 36 She Is a Brave Wolf

Silas' POV Peter had just finished reporting on the progress of clearing monster hunters from my territory. As he turned to leave, he ran straight into Ivan, who was bringing up my evening meal. Peter's gaze trailed after the glass of blood on the tray. Even his fangs slipped out. It was an improper reaction. "Sir," Ivan reminded him at once. "I-I'm sorry, Lord Redthorn. That wasn't my intention," Peter hurriedly apologized after snapping back to his senses. I didn't mind. After all, werewolves had been exclusive prey for vampires centuries ago. The craving for their blood was etched into every fiber of a vampire's being. "Ivan, give it to him," I said calmly. Ivan clearly disagreed and did not want to. Still, he had no choice but to obey. He handed the tray to Peter. With an expression of immense surprise and gratitude, Peter accepted it. After thanking me again, he turned and left. Ivan said in a tight voice, "Silas, going without feeding for so long will put too much strain