Freya swallowed and looked up at Fein. "This... Do you have food or only blood?" She was very very hungery. Once again Freya caught the scent of her deer... making her stomach growl more loudly. Witch each second she became more hungry. That was the main problem with being a were-wolf the hunger for raw meet. It was at time so powerful it drove even the most controled were-wolves to frenzy. "Because I'm hungery." Now she looked at the vampire she didn't know what to make of him, weather to be afraid or trust him. She just didn't know, the man was vampire. Were-wolves and vampires were worst enemies after all. Yet he was so hot, looks wise obviously as a vampire heat was not the first thing about him but she couldn't help the way she flet. If her father found out he'd kill the vampire and chain her up in a prison.