#eldersblooded

Michael knew he had needed to feed when he first woke up in the lycan den a few weeks prior, however, he also knew that he couldn’t bring the attention to himself. He found a place to hide, where he could continue to recover. He assumed the safehouse would have been a good place, well stocked with blood, but it was destroyed. He looked at the ruins as he opened the door. The burned bodies of vampires were on the ground, and all weapons and blood bags were cleared out. He wished he knew what happened here, but he didn’t think there was a way he could reasonably find out. 

He had been hiding here for weeks now, not realizing that he had set off some form of motion sensor that alerted the coven that someone was staying there. He was looking at the scar around his neck, when heard the door open, and he growled, moving to hide himself in the shadows while he waited to see who was there. He saw the form of a male, and by his scent Michael could tell he was a vampire.