Xander and Dustin sat for a few minutes after Tazanna left. They could do nothing but watch her run out of the diner. All eyes were on them but they couldn’t even feel them. Xander could see his brother was ready to go after her, chase her down and claim her. The wolf loved the chase, and no one made better prey than his own mate. But at the same time, they had to be careful. Tazanna was not a wolf, nor was she a vampire. She did not know about their world, how just her existence had cemented the continuation of their lives. Being their mate/beloved was so much more, the relationship was so much deeper than the human equivalent. She would not understand what drove them.
“That went well,” Dustin grumbled as he forked his omelet. He took one bite before pushing the plate away. It did not ta
