Black Heart: Wild On

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anyone heated me up any blood?"
                "Yes, ma'am," Dane said, and handed me a big mug of body temperature blood.
                It was cow blood. Human blood was too expensive, and I didn't like to feed on my friends. Desiree was the only one that actually wanted to be bitten, much less give a whole pint or more. Though, truth be told, human blood was incredible, and the most nourishing. But we could live fine on animal blood.
                "I have to go to work," Desiree said, giving me a big kiss. She was dressed in an evening gown. It was an electric-blue, shimmering, silk number, and she looked incredible in it. She was also wearing a small fortune in glittering diamond jewelry. "I have a big date with a billionaire. I love seeing everyone's reaction when my white date introduces me as his 'niece.'"
                I grew very serious, "Do you think they suspect anything amiss?"
                "Umm, could be," she said, and laughed. Like I said, Desiree loved her job. "Gotta go, see y'all later."
                She made the rounds hugging and kissing everyone. Then she came back in and made Gabe go move his vehicle as everyone laughed at him.
                "I love vamp families," Sabrina said, surprising the hell out of me. Shocked me, too. I didn’t want her to become a fang whore, even though she was already bound to Heidi. Heidi swore it was an accident. I believed her, since we were both pretty new to the undead world, and neither of us understood everything we could do. We were constantly surprising ourselves. "I've never seen so much hugging and kissing. I love it."
                I sipped my blood, wondering how I was going to keep Momma from finding out Sabrina had joined me in hunting vampires. She would probably stake me herself. Can't say I'd blame her, either. I didn't want her hunting vampires, but she said she’d find someone else to train her if we didn't. So...
                "I have a question," I said as Gabe returned. "What is a Wild On?"
                Kale and Sabrina shrugged. Heidi looked around, clearly wanting to know as much as me but afraid to ask and look dumb. Yeah, I knew her pretty good now. I felt her relief when I asked.
                "Isn't it some kind of werewolf Mardi Gras or Carnival?" Dane said. "I've heard of it, but anyone who mentioned it did so in passing. I've never had the chance to ask about it."
                "Don't you people ever do any research?" Gabe said, shaking his head woefully.
                "Hey, it's a werewolf thing, and we're vampire hunters," Dane said.
                "Well, vampires and witches have begun celebrating Wild On in the last decade or so," Gabe said.
                "Enlighten us," I said, sitting at the table and crossing my legs. "Impress me with your vast knowledge of werewolves."
                "He's hairier than a werewolf," Heidi said, tugging on his beard.
                "I didn't hear you complaining last night, lover," Gabe said.
                "I like hairy," Heidi said, and winked at him. "A lot."
                Okay, I didn't know that about Heidi.
                "Wild On," I said. I grinned. "Focus, Gabe."
                "I have something for you to focus on," he said, and grinned back at me. I winked at him. "Wild On, where do I begin? First off, it's an annual holiday the werewolves invented back in the sixties. I think it started down in Alabama, and spread from there. As far as I know, it is strictly an American holiday.
                "Wild On is celebrated on the first full moon of the new year. It has become a five day holiday, starting two nights before the full moon, and ending two nights after it. Mostly, the werewolves gather in packs, then a few packs gather together and they go on midnight runs, or

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