Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

Wat were these beings? Gods? 
no. She didn't believe in ghosts, or demons, or gods, or any other superstitious nonsense. Sure, she had her vampirism, but that was a Belief not in any divine origin, but the sanctity of the body, and the strength of the pack. 
"Nonsense... Everything has a weakness. Everything can be killed. If it can bleed, it can die." She answered, her tone harsh. There was no such thing as an unbeatable enemy, just one requiring more skill. "You Will get your chance to kill them." 
She shifted uncomfortably in the water and looked up at him. "Before I Ask you to do this thing for me, I must tell you the significance of what I ask. In my family...a successful warrior would allow their mate to lap at their wound. Their apprentice, if they had any, their children, and lastly their Alpha. Blood is sacred in my family. Flesh, also. We used blood to bind to each other, Ate our fallen, and blood spilt in battle was an honor. If...If I asked you to taste my wound... would you know what that meant?" She gazed up at him, emerald eyes intense.