Before the vampire could finish speaking I sprung to standing, baring my teeth and snarling as terrifyingly as I could muster. I had never been trained to fight, no women in my pack were ever allowed.
The vampire immediately backed off, holding its hands in the air. Even still, it’s sharp fangs still glistened in the light of morning. It wasn’t alone, someone was hidden behind the vampire, cowering in terror. Probably a prisoner of this night child.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm it Wolfie” the vampire spoke, with a surprisingly soft voice. I had always imagined vampires screeching like bats.
The entrance to my shelter was blocked by them, I would have no choice but to fight. I had heard Vampires were wicked fighters, strong as anything and almost as fast as a wolf - even despite only have t
