for anyone sitting in their car or standing on the streets.
He appeared suddenly, leaning against the side of a limo. The vamp wore a black suit and a matching fedora pulled low over his forehead, almost obscuring the dark glasses. He pushed off the long, black car and walked toward me. By the way he ambled across the street, he wasn’t worried about the sun.
“What do you want?” I said, backing up as he stepped onto the curb.
His lip curled up on one side. “You’re the one who commanded me to show myself. I was content to just observe. For now.”
He was obviously British, but his accent didn’t explain why he was stalking me.
“Why were you at my house last night?” I took another step back, keeping my muscles on alert and ready for flight.
“I was curious about you.” He cocked his head. “You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?”
“But you don’t want to mess with me,” I growled and made an effort to slow my breathing, so he wouldn’t sense the panic roaring through my veins. “I’d put up a fight.”
“I bet you would.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “But I’d still win.”
“Werewolf bites don’t always sit well with vamps. I’m sure I could get in at least one good chomp. Might not kill you, but it would make a mess.” I angled myself, so if he did strike, he’d have a smaller target. “Tell me what you want. I don’t have all day.”
The other side of his mouth curled up, showing normal-looking teeth. I wasn’t sure what was so amusing to him, but I didn’t care.
“Of course you do. Allow me to give you a ride home. We could talk in the car.”
My jaw dropped, then I regained composure. As if I’d get in a car with him. Did he really think I was that stupid?
“No, thanks,” I said coolly. Vampires gave me the creeps. They smelled weird and, given half the chance, they’d eat my family. They weren’t my friends.
“Suit yourself.” He chuckled as he got into the limo that had already turned around and relocated to this side of the street to meet him.
The limo cruised away and I continued walking. When the houses became sparse, I secured my backpack over my shoulders and jogged home.
It was a long way to my house. I might not need to morph later at all. Oh, who was I kidding? Morphing into my wolf form was a rush, like that first kiss with the boy you love. I physically craved the wolf. Since that first day I’d begun morphing, I’d never missed a day.
After a few more blocks, the fences of our property came into view. The house needed a bit of work — paint and repairs here and there — but it had a lot of bedrooms, even if they were on the small side. We each had our own, plus there were two guest bedrooms.
As I neared the gate, memories of my mom flitted through my mind. She’d bought the estate a couple years after my father had left her and she’d finally given up on him returning. She’d intended to convert the house into a Bed and Breakfast, but she’d met Gavin’s father instead, so we stayed in Florida. Knowing I’d be a werewolf like my dad, my mom kept the house. She wanted me to have the connections the island could provide.
When Aunt Mina got divorced, my mom suggested that my aunt relocate to the island and move into her house, so she wouldn’t have to stress about rent. We weren’t using it anyway. And Aunt Mina loved the old Victorian so much, she fixed it up. In the end, my mom left the house to the three of us — Aunt Mina, Gavin and me.
Crap. The black limo was parked in our circular driveway. Why?
For a split second, I considered morphing into a wolf and taking off for a while — at least until the vamp left. But what if my family came home early? He wanted something and getting rid of him wouldn’t be easy — as he’d just demonstrated by showing up at my house.
I picked up speed and when I stopped a few feet before the limo, I wasn’t even winded. At least there were perks to being a werewolf.
He stepped out
He appeared suddenly, leaning against the side of a limo. The vamp wore a black suit and a matching fedora pulled low over his forehead, almost obscuring the dark glasses. He pushed off the long, black car and walked toward me. By the way he ambled across the street, he wasn’t worried about the sun.
“What do you want?” I said, backing up as he stepped onto the curb.
His lip curled up on one side. “You’re the one who commanded me to show myself. I was content to just observe. For now.”
He was obviously British, but his accent didn’t explain why he was stalking me.
“Why were you at my house last night?” I took another step back, keeping my muscles on alert and ready for flight.
“I was curious about you.” He cocked his head. “You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?”
“But you don’t want to mess with me,” I growled and made an effort to slow my breathing, so he wouldn’t sense the panic roaring through my veins. “I’d put up a fight.”
“I bet you would.” His eyes crinkled at the corners. “But I’d still win.”
“Werewolf bites don’t always sit well with vamps. I’m sure I could get in at least one good chomp. Might not kill you, but it would make a mess.” I angled myself, so if he did strike, he’d have a smaller target. “Tell me what you want. I don’t have all day.”
The other side of his mouth curled up, showing normal-looking teeth. I wasn’t sure what was so amusing to him, but I didn’t care.
“Of course you do. Allow me to give you a ride home. We could talk in the car.”
My jaw dropped, then I regained composure. As if I’d get in a car with him. Did he really think I was that stupid?
“No, thanks,” I said coolly. Vampires gave me the creeps. They smelled weird and, given half the chance, they’d eat my family. They weren’t my friends.
“Suit yourself.” He chuckled as he got into the limo that had already turned around and relocated to this side of the street to meet him.
The limo cruised away and I continued walking. When the houses became sparse, I secured my backpack over my shoulders and jogged home.
It was a long way to my house. I might not need to morph later at all. Oh, who was I kidding? Morphing into my wolf form was a rush, like that first kiss with the boy you love. I physically craved the wolf. Since that first day I’d begun morphing, I’d never missed a day.
After a few more blocks, the fences of our property came into view. The house needed a bit of work — paint and repairs here and there — but it had a lot of bedrooms, even if they were on the small side. We each had our own, plus there were two guest bedrooms.
As I neared the gate, memories of my mom flitted through my mind. She’d bought the estate a couple years after my father had left her and she’d finally given up on him returning. She’d intended to convert the house into a Bed and Breakfast, but she’d met Gavin’s father instead, so we stayed in Florida. Knowing I’d be a werewolf like my dad, my mom kept the house. She wanted me to have the connections the island could provide.
When Aunt Mina got divorced, my mom suggested that my aunt relocate to the island and move into her house, so she wouldn’t have to stress about rent. We weren’t using it anyway. And Aunt Mina loved the old Victorian so much, she fixed it up. In the end, my mom left the house to the three of us — Aunt Mina, Gavin and me.
Crap. The black limo was parked in our circular driveway. Why?
For a split second, I considered morphing into a wolf and taking off for a while — at least until the vamp left. But what if my family came home early? He wanted something and getting rid of him wouldn’t be easy — as he’d just demonstrated by showing up at my house.
I picked up speed and when I stopped a few feet before the limo, I wasn’t even winded. At least there were perks to being a werewolf.
He stepped out
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