They tasted blood in the city air and it made my throat burn. My fangs ache, even with the muzzle. This body is a cage of hunger. But then I came home to their scent... clean and safe. They let me press my face against their stomach and just breathe. They don't know how much it hurts to keep this demon's strength from crushing their human bones when I hold them. The only blood I want is theirs, but I would tear my own heart out before taking a single drop. They are my home. Sometimes that is a quiet feeling, not a loud one.