It was tall, too tall. Its shape was wrong, twisted between beast and man. Its eyes glowed with the moonlight in a way that made her stomach drop.
A piercing scream tore from her throat.
Ian walked through the forest, hands in his pockets, trying to quiet the thoughts in his head. Two wolves suddenly jumped in front of him, hackles raised.
They circled him, baring their fangs until they recognized him.
One of them shifted back. "You, Vampire. What are you doing out here?"
"I have a name, werewolf. The same thing you are," Ian replied casually. "Wandering around aimlessly."
Just as Ian finished speaking, a sudden scream sliced through the air.
The other wolf fell into a defensive stance, and the first one shifted back. Their attention snapped toward the sound.
Before any of them cou
