It really wasn't, was it? Emmett glanced at Diego, and, okay, there was a part of him that was still upset that Desmond had decided to take him as an apprentice when it hadn't worked out for HIM, even though Desmond had been his second choice. Nothing about the rules here had changed, but Emmett hadn't known that, and no one had made it CLEAR, and he'd accidentally hurt Yvette over this, and a year later, he was still pissed and the newest addition to Desmond's little crew really DID piss him off, along with being annoyed at the Vael 'love triangle' he'd gotten himself stuck in, and...
He sunk his teeth in a moment later and he sucked, drinking deeply. There was something about fresh blood, he realized, as the tang of it hit his back teeth, and he groaned, feeling that rush over him. It was like the occasional invitations in his childhood to palace events that Jacob, as a knight, had been invited to attend. While Emmett had been happy to eat normal food, and would be again, the times he spent with a buffett table and seemingly unlimited cakes and sweets in front of him. He'd overdone it then and...he was overdoing it now. It was like he couldn't stop himself, nor did he want to.
Diego, for his part, had gone slack, and then pale, slumping down the longer this went on. Not that Emmett noticed that, or his slackening heartbeat, either.
Scout, on the other hand, made her way over and started performing her usual alert gestures. Not that Emmett was having seizures anymore but apparently it felt like the right thing to do. And well, he'd never hurt her, even now, though he DID shrug her paw off gently as he got back into it.