Ronan POV
I glared down at her, getting right to business. “What’s a bloodsucker like you doing wandering through our territories? Wanted your ass kicked a second time by my pack?”
Her eyes blazed back up at me, red and hungry. That worked to our advantage; if she was hungry, she wouldn’t heal quickly. I glanced down at the bottom of the canyon littered with sharp rocks and crevices. It wouldn’t be fun for her if she fell. If she survived.
“Long way down,” I added conversationally.
Her hand slipped a bit, and she swung her other up only for it to fall uselessly back to her side. “Bastards,” she growled, her scent tinged with fear and panic despite her tough facade. The other vamps I’d seen lately had been almost mindless with determination. Hungry. This one looked healthy, her skin vi
