Hazel was miserably 'attempting' not to give in to her thirst. It had been months since she had fed and that was at ThistleBrook. She was in pain from not feeding. A vampire needed blood and since she was part vampire, if she didn't have any blood she would die. She didn't believe this. As she sat, crumpling to the ground. A howl erupted and Hazel realised, he isn't in control. Even though the moon called her each moon, she didn't have to transform. The thirst now had become unbearable. She wondered how Phoenix gave into it each time. As she sat trembling she heard Phoenix chasing a pack of grey wolves. As she listened closely she heard a herd. A herd of deer. She turned towards the direction of the herd. She dived forward around half a metre off the ground. When she landed she had shifted into her wolf. Pounding on all fours she ran amongst the trees towards the helpless herd.