“What brings a pretty little wolf like you to Alaska?” Lauren heard a soothing voice while snooping around in the Compound.
“What is it to you?” Lauren questioned and when her eyes fell on the human, she smiled. Lauren could smell the woman she was dealing with was neither vampire nor hybrid.
“You smell like a good meal,” the prehistoric said after speeding over and sniffing Lauren.
“You don’t smell dead? Are you a prehistoric vampire?” Lauren asked, keeping her eyes on the woman, who was an inch away from her face.
“I am,” she answered, and took another sniff before tracing her finger from Lauren’s shoulder to her palm.
“Do you always play with your food?” Lauren questioned.
“Is that an invitation?” the woman asked, smiling.
“Yes,” Lauren said, already feeling the excitement stirri
