"No, you need to feed. We can talk afterwards. You need to get your strength back up before we travel to join the rest of the family in Denali, to plan what to do next." The expression his face told me that he wouldn't accept anything less than had been planned.
"Okay. But I need to feed. You will have to make sure that I don't attack anyone. Please?" I felt weak and pathetic for asking this of them, but knew that they both understood perfectly how hard it was having fallen off the proverbial wagon themselves.
They both wore solemn expressions as they nodded slowly at me. I could do this, I was afterall a Cullen.