cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

It's for the best that Isla parts her teeth before they part her cheek; it might not be a good story to tell later if the first time they kissed it was simply because Remi couldn't help himself from lapping at yet more of her blood.

No, it isn't, he might have corrected, had he not already locked his jaw against the sudden urge to snap his teeth down around her finger. The difficult part is remembering that you're someone I care about. Indeed, already his senses were reducing Isla down to clusters of muscle, heartrate, and an average body temperature. He'd already inadvertently thought of the easiest way to kill her in order to keep adrenaline from flooding her body and ruining the taste of her, or how to keep her blood pumping the longest.

A better monster than he, a Beauty and the Beast type, might have pressed a kiss against the tip of her finger, curling their hands together and offering her a sunny and triumphant smile. Sadly, because Disney has not yet bought the rights to Remi's story, the wendigo instead maintains a fierce level of eye contact, forcing himself to see Isla in the blue of her eyes and instead not imagine how easily he could curl his tongue behind her eyes and remove them from her skull.

Swirling his tongue around her finger and feeling the copper bite of feral desire threaten to change him, Remi pulled her hand away slowly, the tip of his tongue following the pad of her finger relentlessly until it could no longer reach. Inhaling sharply, the wendigo gives his head a single, slow shake.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!