Page 64 of Hunter

“I don’t know yet. She’s going to message me the location.”

“I hate that witch.” Hunter exhaled loudly, and reached for his wine, taking a long draw.

“She’s what I’d like to call a necessary evil. But let’s not focus on that tonight. I promise we will meet with her tomorrow or I will track her down myself and drag her back here on her broomstick. Now about Willa. Is she okay with meeting…”

“She,” Hunter went still, hearing the floorboards creak above his head. He pointed upward, “is awake so mind yourself, vamp.”

“I do like her. And not just her blood.” Viktor shrugged. He reached for a piece of cheese and sniffed it. “She’s a fighter.”

“Let’s hope she is.”

“And that means?”

“It means she’s going to be pack.”

“Ah, you beasts are all about dominance. I suppose we are the same. But we aren’t loyal to a band of vampires.”

“Kade is.”

“Yes. He rules New Orleans, but in general, ancients like me? I have no time for assholes. I just kill them. Listen or die. Easy choice.”

“She’s coming. I…” Hunter lost his words as a white wolf padded into the kitchen. He smiled, admiring her confident stride.

“She shows herself again,” Viktor commented as she passed by him.

“My beautiful wolf.” Hunter reached for her as she approached him, running his fingers over her fur. “Are you hungry?”

Willa whined, laying her head into his palm.

“Oh Goddess, she is adorable. I changed my mind about wolves. I want one,” Viktor told him.

“Wolves don’t mate with vampires.”

“You never know what I’m capable of, friend. I’ve lived a very long time and no woman belongs to me as of yet.” He reflected in silence. “Perhaps I’m cursed.” A sad smile crossed his face. He quickly recovered and placed a cheese cube inside his mouth.

Hunter watched in fascination as the vampire slowly chewed, his gaze settling on Willa. Tempted to make a sarcastic remark, he restrained himself, his lips drawn tight.

“I must say this cheese isn’t horrible,” Viktor remarked. “It’s been over five hundred years since I’ve tasted food.”

Hunter’s eyes widened, a smile on his lips. “Are you telling me that you picked today to eat something?”

“I’m not myself after that trip to Hell.” His eyes softened as he glanced at Willa. “No worries. I’ll be right as rain with a few more sips of blood.”

The Alpha detected her magick shift as her fur transformed to skin. Willa slowly stood, her nudity mostly hidden as she stood behind the kitchen island. The locks of her hair dusted over her nipples.

“You’re beautiful.” His cock jerked at the sight of her. I’m so fucked.

She smiled, her cheeks blooming pink.

“Ah, the wolf is gone. From beast to beauty.” Viktor smiled.

“You had cheese,” she said.

Viktor shrugged. “Yes, I suppose I did. I’m not exactly myself. Could be Hell.”

“Viktor.” Her smile disappeared, concern rattling her voice. “My blood. Is it changing you?”

“Your energy is like the sun, my dear Willamina. Nothing about your blood would ever harm me.” Viktor reached for an almond and rolled it in his fingers. “I’m susceptible though to Hell, demons. My sire, Baxter. He was brutal. He tried to destroy any goodness within us. The darkness in him was overpowering. Only demons conjure that kind of evil. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’d been in Hell with me. That laughter. I’m not sure if you remember it.”