Ashlyn
“I know what they are planning.” A familiar voice called out from the crowd. The vampires and rogues parted and walking towards me was one of Brad’s friends.
“Eric?” I asked him, confused.
“Hey Buttercup. Or should I say Queen Buttercup?” He greeted me. I would have given him a hug, but he was naked and had a deep scratch on his chest.
“How the hell are you here?” I asked him, stunned that he smelt like a rogue. He was a warrior for Blue Moon.
“I f****d up.” He told me.
“We have some time, and you need to explain. And I’ll help heal that scratch on your chest.” I told him. I pooled some saliva in my palm and pressed it into his chest, making him groan.
“Couldn’t make that hurt any less, huh?” He winced.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can. But now you need to explain.” I told him. I
