At the end of the corridor, a thick cloud of blood mist and fluttering bats announces the arrival of the vampire.
Ilius steps out of the shadows.
"Werewolf," he orders, his voice full of disgust. "Come with me." He holds up a thick, heavy metal collar. It's the exact same type he used to chain the beast earlier, but that one broke when Fenris escaped.
"My patience is totally gone," Ilius warns softly. "I suggest you put this on yourself."
The moment Fenris sees the vampire, his sad, puppy-dog act totally disappears. He arches his back and bares his fangs with a vicious, deadly growl, ready to fight.
Ignoring their alpha-male staring contest, I snatch my underwear back from the werewolf and step right into the vampire's path.
"Hold on," I interrupt. "I caught this werewolf. If you wan
