Ivy's heart was drenched in fear as he asked that question. But this fear wasn't the one that made her run away from him. This fear was different.
As she stared at his bright golden-brown eyes, it occurred to her that she wasn't scared of him—she was scared of herself. About losing the wall that always protected her.
Getting vulnerable before Tristan was the thing that made her fear. His being a Pure Blooded Vampire didn't scare her, she was only more drawn to him, about the powers he had.
"So you can fight a werewolf?!" She asked, eagerness filling her tone.
"Yes, I can destroy a pack of them."
Her eyes widened in awe. She wished that Tristan was in the market when the werewolves had invaded the jewelry shop the other day.
"And what else can you do?" Ivy rested her chin on her pa
