Emma's POV
We’ve been staying here with the vampires for about a week now, and honestly? It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, yeah, they don’t like us—Andrea and I are werewolves, after all—but they keep their distance.
Not sure why, though. They’ve got this weird way of acting like we’re walking diseases or something. Still, the rooms they gave us are nice—small but cozy.
They even let us use the kitchen to cook our own food. It’s kind of funny, actually. Here we are, smack in the middle of their vampire lair, and they’re letting us make omelets.
But one thing I just can’t stand? The blood. The smell is everywhere, especially when they’re drinking it in front of me. It’s disgusting. Like, who thought it was a good idea to drink blood for the rest of eternity? Gross.
