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But while I worried over a human coming after me, I totally forgot that there are plenty of other dangers in Muncie, especially for a shifter like me. Not every vamp is a fan of Aleks, and even if Roman okayed me moving to Muncie, I’d be a fool to think the vampires in the Fang City are happy I’m here. There’s the Nightmare Trio, for one, who would’ve eaten me if Aleks hadn’t stopped them, and they’re not the only ones who’d love to take a bite out of me.
Aleks’s charmed fang didn’t just mark me as his and offer me his protection. Oh, no. Whatever he did to it, it covered up my scent so that none of the other supes in the city could tell that I was a shifter.
Without it? It’s obvious what I am. My scent gives me away. Right now? I’m loaded with shifter pheromones. There’s also my inherent scent and Ryker’s musk mingling on my skin, and it’s strong enough to attract any vamp up to no good.
Like the pale-skinned, dark-haired male that suddenly steps out in front of me.
I stop short, immediately dropping into a crouch.
I’ve spent my whole life living amongst predators of one kind or another. There’s something about the way he sizes me up that tells me that he’s not going to be one of the vampires that goes on his merry way, pretending I don’t exist. He’s looking for a fight, and he’s found me.
Plus, the way his eyes are already blazing blood-red kind of gives me a clue that this one is definitely up to no good.
His upper lip curls, revealing a set of vamp fangs nearly two inches long. “Wolf.”
I snort. “Asshole.”
His eyebrows wing up. “Excuse me?”
I lift one shoulder, then let it fall. A half-shrug. “Sorry. I just thought we were stating the obvious.”
“You’re cute,” he drawls. “For a mangy mutt, at least. Filan thought so, too. Maybe now that you’ve run him off, I’ll take a turn and see what it is about you that’s so special.”
Oh, Luna. That was probably the worst thing this vamp could say to me right now.
The obvious threat is bad enough. Fucking perv vamp, I’m going to enjoy kicking his ass for that alone. But to throw in my face that I’m the reason Aleks is gone?
I don’t give a shit if that’s true. I’m gonna make him pay for reminding me anyway.
I crack my hands, releasing my claws. Slowly, I rise from my defensive crouch, preparing to go on the offense.
With a smile, I say sweetly, “You cantry,” right before I attack.
* * *
I don’t kill him,even if my wolf is totally on board with me doing just that.
I’m a shifter. As a vampire, the undead supe is my natural enemy. I’ve managed to sideline most of my urges since I made Muncie my home, but this prick got me on the wrong day. I was already so worked up after how I left things between Ryker and me, and then I had to deal with some hotshot vamp taunting me over Aleks?
No fucking way.
Once again, I use my appearance to my advantage. That, and the vampire race’s tendency to be super arrogant. He never expected that I’d use my claws to rip him a new one, but I do, and by the time he’s prepared to fight back, I’ve already left him bleeding in so many places, he’ll need to tap a vein or two before he can even think of fighting back.
I’ll give him credit. As cocky as he seemed to be, he knows his limitations. My size and fearlessness caught him off guard, giving me the advantage, but once he can finally get out from under my angry claws and snapping jaws, he bolts. He obviously thought that his being a vamp would be enough to subdue me. After underestimating me, he takes the first chance he gets to take off into the night.
Doesn’t mean he won’t come back with either reinforcements or after he’s had a refill.
Yup. Time to get out of Dodge while the going’s still good.
Since I absolutely refuse to destroy these jeans after the lengths Ryker went to earlier tonight to save them, I don’t shift. I do, however, sprint the rest of the way back to my apartment.
I’m coated in blood. Barely any of it is mine, and a shifter covered in a vamp’s dinner would only cause me more issues if another one of the bloodsuckers catches up with me. Better to bolt and hope no one does.
In the back of my mind, setting off another Claws and Fangs war is a definite possibility. Our people have had a shaky truce for more than a hundred years now. Do I want to be the reason that goes to shit?
At that point, I might as well walk into one of the annual pack meets myself with a big, flashing neon sign over my head saying “alpha here” with an arrow down pointing at me for those who haven’t already figured it out.
Yeah. That’s gonna be a no for me.
