Michael
The Vampire looked paler than I could even imagine, with skin almost translucent, looking sickly with dark sunken eyes. The vamp looked like death in dark clothes, black hair shoulder length and thin almost purplish lips. By looking at the vampire I was unable to distinguish whether the vamp was a male or female with features so delicate. If the Vampire didn’t look like death he or she would be classed as pretty until it curled back its lips and snarled, showing a set of sparkly white elongated teeth.
My inner wolf clawed to get out and kill the natural enemy.
Zeke stayed low in the brush and Ems growled at the Vampire, who kept its dark eyes on me.
“Oh what pretty eyes you have little wolf.” Guess the vampire was a male. My Alpha didn’t like the condescending tone.
“Leave.” I
