Celestine tapped her foot impatiently at the wolf who stood in her way. His longish black hair gently curled around his brown eyes, giving his scruff cheeks an appealing look.
He was hot.
Crazy, stupid hot.
But he was also one pissed-off wolf with a seriously bad attitude.
Of course, his good looks weren’t just undercut by his crappy temper.
He stared at her like she was a piece of poop he’d stepped in.
More than that, he had actually approached a vampire without any consideration for his safety. He couldn’t possibly know that Celestine was rather famous for her refusal to sip even the tiniest bit of blood from any living creature.
“You must have a death wish,” she said, absentmindedly scratching at the garlic powder wound still simmering on her arm.
“Why? Because I stopped you fro
