The Rogue's Mate

Werewolf or Lycan?

The male lifted a large, steel sword from the place it rested against the cave wall and shook his head. "Wish we could have had more fun Riot." he reared back and from his form, Ana could tell he was going for the male's neck. She loaded her Glock mid-lift, aimed and fired a perfect shot through the male's skull, The bullets were silver but the inside of them contained the wood for an ancient tree that the old ones used to make stakes from. It killed vampires Instantly and permanently. The body would stiffen and fall to the floor with a loud thud. She lowered her weapon, hearing the other vampires scramble and scatter. They would all be picked off one by one without a coven. Straying into a werewolf, lycan, other vampire territories. She took a couple of steps inside the enclosed, dimly lit room and make sure the vampire was dead before turning to face the one who was bound before her.

She almost audibly sucked in a breath but somehow managed to stop herself. The male before her was one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen. He was built like a god. He had muscle but not too much to where it was overwhelming. He looked like he had a fitness instructor build, with a little more on top. He had messy dark brown hair the hung over his brow and cheeks. chest hair that travelled.. Ana swallowed and lifted her gaze before she allowed her mind to run away with its self. She was drawn to him and she didn't know why it was as if his aura compelled her to help him.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" She asked him as she stepped forward and bent down cutting the chains from his feet carefully. She then stood and while supporting him she cut the chains that had him suspended above the floor. She heard him suck in a breath at the pain as the weight was taken off his arms. She lowered him carefully to the ground, her eyes both drinking him in and looking for critical injuries.

She first noticed his paleness, the large number of bite marks and then the chain around his neck. She knew instantly what she needed to do. She pursed her lips and reached for the silver chain around his neck. She broke it. She noticed his sudden intake of breath increase. Werewolf or lycan? She thought. She then moved up to his face and gently brushed the long wet strands out of his face as she checked it. "If you can hear me, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to feed you my blood, it's going to help you heal so please don't fight me. You've lost a lot and you need a transfusion, this is the quickest way." 

As she spoke she loaded her gun ready for if someone interrupted them, she then bit her wrist and lowered it to the male's mouth, opening his mouth gently so he could take in her blood.