The Beast
I’d followed one of the vamps that were known to be a less than savoury character to an address on West Street.
My mate still seemed content to ignore my presence no matter her body's reaction to me. So the only thing left for me to do is to deal with these vamps that she was after.
Warrior princess, she may be, but that other master had gotten the slip on her. I doubt it would happen again, most wolves have never faced a vampire and likely won’t ever meet one in their lives.
I found myself slipping into daydreaming a lot recently, thinking about my beautiful mate. I kept replaying the moment she looked at me with those beautiful big eyes of hers and her brown hair falling around her face. The same shade as her eyes. The look she gave me made me feel like I was high on drug
