I stared at him, my eyes looking for bandages but the smell of blood came in with the breeze and I snarled, getting to my feet and moving past him.

"Micah!"

"Mommie"

Pain shot up my spine and I stumbled against the doorframe, my eyes snapping back to Madyson.

"Madyson..."

A growl escaped my lips and I looked back outside, seeing the young man I standing next to the car, his hand on a gun and his eyes darting between myself and Michael.

"Micah, don't do this."

I looked back at Michael, trying to calm my hunger but I hadn't fed in two days. Michael's hand gripped my shoulder as he forced my back to the bedroom.

"Michael!"

He pushed me down against the bed, his lips pressed against mine as he gripped my wrists, forcing me to submit to the distraction. A whimper escaped my lips as he pulled away, his lips moving to my ears as his hand held a blade to my throat.

"Never attack my son."

I shivered against the pressure and nodded, wondering why he wasn't dominate like this in bed. The knife vanished and he kissed me again before letting me up and taking me out to the living room where Madyson and Mackenzie were on either side of the young man. They touched his face, poked his bandages and sniffed him.

"Momma...he smells funny."

I laughed in Michael's shoulder at Mackenzie's face and comment.