Naomi
“What are three young werewolves doing out at this time of night?” The old vampire asks, and we all freeze. Greyson pushes his way forward and stands tall while the vampire laughs and then coughs and laughs some more. “I ain’t no threat to you,” he snorts.
“We just need a room for the night,” I say to him from behind Greyson. “We don’t want any trouble.”
The vampire shrugs, “I ain’t caused trouble in five hundred years. I just run this hotel,” He rises from his seat and turns to the wall where old-fashioned keys are hung up. “I only have one room with one bed. You three aren’t a threesome, are you?” He smirks.
“No,” Greyson snarls. “I’m gay.”
“Too bad,” The man laughs and sets a key on the desk, “That will be fifty-four dollars. For another ten, I’ll throw in a continental brea
