You're selfish

I looked at him confused. "Did you just read my thoughts?" I asked surprised but his answer was confusing.

"Sometimes." was his short answer.

"I don't understand." I wanted to know so much and I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask.

We sat on the bench and he placed the blanket over my body. But he didn't just stop there, he hugged me and only then did all the cold I felt disappear.

"I can sometimes hear your thoughts and sense when you are in danger but not always," he explained and I nodded in understanding.

"Ahah... I see. So it's not frequent." I muttered to myself remembering all the times I jokingly thought of punching him across the face.

There was a brief silence but I didn't let it last for too long before asking my next question.

"Do you feed on blood?" I asked recalling that in most movies I've watched, werewolves bit humans and vampires feed on blood.