Karenina sat down next to Damien. “You are a pure blood.” She took her son’s hand in his. “You have seen the celebration of the blood moon, however up until now you have been too young participate. On that night, when your uncle’s turn came to drink from me he drained me, if your father hadn't acted quickly and given me his blood I would have died.” She breathed deeply remembering that night. “Your father never left my side, unless it was to feed, or deal with something in the house.” She licked her lips. “Damine, do you know why there is a high risk of death? It’s because most fledgling vampires refuse to drink blood. Your father had to force me to drink blood at first, but with time I learned and started drinking on my own.”