Nia POV
In slow motion, I watch the vampire come for me, and I ready myself. His eyes are wild, and saliva drips from his fangs. Damn, this dude is hungry. I will fight and defend myself, and if this is the end for me, at least I am not dying a virgin.
But the vampire never reaches me, because a flash of black fur hits him on the side. In awe, I watch a magnificent, gigantic black wolf bite into the vampire’s neck, and the vampire explodes, leaving a bubbling puddle of blood.
“You saved me,” I whisper, admiring Master’s impressive wolf. “Thank you.”
He walks towards me, and I hesitantly reach out to stroke his fur. Little sparks jolt through my fingers when I touch him. Well, that is new. I never felt this sensation before when I touched a wolf.
“Is this …” I abruptly stop talking whe
