"I think everyone misses spring by now, Fawn. Especially after such a cold winter."
If Hunter had the ability to be honest with himself, there were many good things about having taken the bite. He felt more at home in nature and didn't feel the cold. He didn't get sick, didn't tire as easily, and had put on muscle where before he'd had none. He couldn't accept any of it, however. Not after he'd been forced into it in such a vile way. The only good thing that had come from it was that Fawn was safe. A small part of his mind reminded him that she wasn't just safe, but was his.
"It will be time again soon..." he said, moving to a new topic.
"Barely two weeks. I'll go into the cellar again. That seems to be working, so far."