I gulp hard when I see the bloodthirsty look in her eyes. “Who… what are you?” I say darkly, clenching my fists and preparing to shift.
She’s obviously not a vampire, it’s broad daylight. And yet, the look in her eyes is one that I’ve only ever seen when facing a filthy bloodsucker. She just smiles at me, then begins to saunter in a circle around me like a giant cat stalking its prey. But I’m not that easily intimidated. I’m a werewolf, and soon I’ll be Alpha. Soon I’ll be worthy of that title.
“My name is Persephone,” she says, licking her lips seductively. “It’s a pleasure, your highness.” She bows to me, but I can tell she’s mocking me.
“I’m looking for the leader of the sirens,” I explain, “I need to ask her something.”
She scoffs at me and rolls her eyes. “The sirens are worthles
