Lake Rodney Everyone is a book of blood

You do not look satisfied by that fish. Slowly he spoke, enunciating every word carefully as ruby eyes bore into those of the strangely coloured boy. The thought that this one might be a spawn of his own didn't cross his mind. The man hadn't seen any of the bastards litters he had fathered, nothing but flings in the past with no interest in raising little hellspawn - mostly due to not meeting a woman worthy of giving him a litter with which he could imprint on.