Redemption: My Vampire Lover Part #2 (A Dark Realm Novella Series) by Victoria Embers Page B

“I’m
here. I’m here. It’s okay,” he announced. He was immediately by my
side.
    My heart flip-flopped and I clung to him. The
Wolf’s words sent me into a panic. The unfamiliar voice frightened
me to pieces. Hearing Raphael’s explanation only furthered my
mania, but having him near me helped to calm me some.
    “The magical elements in my blood, from my
mother. That may be what you are experiencing. Or did my blood talk
to you? Could you hear my dark side? What do you mean you’re not a
werewolf, Caroline?” Raphael asked.
    I shook my head. I didn’t speak for fear of
lashing my tongue or worst. I didn’t want to try. Raphael saw my
hesitation. I groveled at his feet, undeniably nude except for a
thin layer of blonde fur now covering my body. I felt like I was
wearing a transparent suit of fabric, a mouth of teeth and gloves
with razors attached to the end of every finger. My hair whipped
around my body. It appeared it had grown several feet in length
during this transformation. I debated using it to cover my body,
but feared I’d only cut myself in the process.
    This can’t be happening. This can’t be
happening. This can’t…
    “ Riesci a capirmi ?”
    My eyes locked with Raphael’s. I heard his
words without seeing his lips move.
    “ Sì, posso capire. ” I responded
telepathically, telling him I could understand his question in
Fanged before I realized he had spoken another language. Yes, I
can understand you.
    “ Dimmi di nuovo nella tua lingua. Sei un
lupo mannaro o no? ”
    Hearing his words, ‘Tell me again in your
language. Are you a werewolf or not?’ exasperated any reason I had
left. I extended my mouth and breathed outwardly. Gritting my
teeth, as I wanted to do, would surely slice apart my tongue.
Mentally I threw a response to him. “ I’m called a Werewolf
Princess because my father is a werewolf. Zeus cursed him. However,
the curse wasn’t passed down to me. I don’t shift unless the Wolf
comes to me and then it’s just into a wolf. No, I’m not a werewolf.
Or I wasn’t. I didn’t think I was until now. I’ve never howled at
the moon before. I just howled at that moon.” I pointed an
unbelievably long claw at the sky. “ That red moon right
there. ”
    “This is my fault. I should have consulted
Orlando first,” he exclaimed. He left my side and stomped around
the ground, clearly upset with himself as he voiced his concerns.
“I didn’t realize that. I didn’t know that. By the moon and stars,
what have I done?”
    The movement of his black boots vibrating the
dirt fascinated me. As I listened, I watched each foot slam into
the earth, sending a cloud of dust upwards, I immediately realized
the ground was baked and without any nourishment. A wasteland
indeed. I also became aware that I could see Raphael’s movements.
Before they were blurred. Now they weren’t. Another realization
made me want to howl at the red moon again because if I had access
to this form when I found the demon that killed my brother and
aunt, I wouldn’t need to call the Wolf. I could kill him
myself.
    “My blood unlocked your destiny, I’m afraid.
The elements of your Lunar ancestors. You have werewolf in you.
Somewhere,” Raphael stated matter-of-factly. “This wolf you keep
referring to. Does he have a name?”
    I shook my head and sent a response
telepathically since I didn’t trust myself to speak out loud, and
since I didn’t understand what he meant. “ I’m sorry.
What? ”
    “ What is the Wolf’s name? ”
    I shook my head again. “He won’t tell me
his name. ” When I got a whiff of the first hellhound, I
growled. Raphael heard me and dropped his fangs in response.
    I saw three or four hellhounds come into view
and I knew we were probably surrounded. Because Raphael had pushed
his back to mine to protect me, I couldn’t see how many there were.
A circle of two headed black dogs with red eyes and fangs was
enough for me to see. Eight. Maybe more.
    Fight.
    The Wolf’s