When they'd first met, Noelle disliked Hunter.
Their paths never should have actually crossed; they ran in different circles, had altogether different habits and relationships that prevented them from being in the same room. However, that night, they had been shoved together in a VIP section of an exclusive underground club opening.
Humans weren't allowed in this particular club, so as Noelle sat down on one of the pristine white couches, she knew that wasn't what Hunter was. Being a vampire, she could smell the scents of everyone nearby before the smell of liquor and sweat diluted them. There was the rustic scent of werewolves, the odd citric and vanilla of other vampires, she could even detect a faint hint of sage, which indicated the presence of witches.
Noelle immediately noticed H
