The sound of Cerie’s stilettos clicking against the castle’s polished marble floors alerted Rowan of her arrival long before her tall, stately frame stood in the doorway. She looked like the poster witch for a Halloween advertisement with her long black wool cape and black pointed witch’s hat.
The soft, warm smile on her full lips didn’t make it to her steel grey eyes as she greeted the old vampire with a kiss on each cheek and a quick hug.
“So, what is it this time?” she asked as she removed her elbow length, black satin gloves with slow deliberation to expose smooth olive colored skin that belied her true age.
Rowan’s dark eyes twinkled as he silently took in the full scope of her before gently asking, “Did I pull you into the future or away from a costume party?”
“That is no way to solicit my assistance,” she scolded as she removed her cape and tossed it over the back of a nearby chair.<
Freya paced the great room of the small log cabin. She’d asked for intel on the scientist that was being held in the vampire’s castle days ago, yet nothing had been offered. Olivia had left word for her to meet at three p.m.. She was an hour late. Stopping to peer out of the window at the woods that surrounded the isolated cabin, her eyes combed the trees for signs of movement. All was still.With patience not being one of her better attributes, she found herself growing more and more irritated as time passed. By the time the quarter moon rose in the night’s sky, she’d become excessively agitated.The sound of a jeep driving up the dirt road that wound the mountainside caught her attention. Rushing to the front door. She swung it open with such force that it slammed against the wall, causing the door handle to leave its mark.With her hands on her hips, she pursed her lips as she squinted to protect her
They rode in silence down the mountainside and along the long, lonely country road until they reached the unpainted wooden building that they referred to and used as their lodge. Freya listened to the tires grind their way along the driveway that lead to the dirt packed parking lot that still showed remnants of the gravel that once coated its surface. Her busy mind took in the crooked lines of the old building. It looked as if it was ready to fall over. In fact, at one point she’d made a joke about them hoping the three little pigs didn’t come to pay a visit because they’d huff and puff and blow it down. Marcus’ response was to chuckle and remind her that the dilapidated building was packed full of big bad wolves so let the little piggies come to huff and puff if they wished.It wasn’t until Freya spotted a middle-aged man of medium height leaning against the wall of the lodge while smoking a cigarette that Freya asked, &l
Jasper sat with his elbows on the table and his face buried in the palms of his trembling hands. His raspy breathing echoed off the surfaces of the research equipment that surrounded him.“What did they do to you?” Lila gently asked as she placed her hand on his shoulder.His voice sounded muffled as he spoke into his hands while replying with, “Nothing, really.”“You’re trembling,” she observed while maintaining a gentle and steady voice that belied the panic that she felt. “What’s happened?”Lifting his face from his hands and looking her in the eyes, he whispered, “I’m afraid of what’s happening to me. I’m becoming this… this thing.”“Thing?” she repeated with obvious confusion. “Do you mean a hybrid? They’re rare, so I’m told, but they exist.”“If it was only that, I&rsqu
“I paid your scientist a little visit,” Cerie said as she gracefully lowered herself onto the end of the Chippendale sofa.“What do you think?” Rowan asked.Running her slender hand along the edge of the sofa’s curved back, she made note of how well preserved it was.“I remember when you first acquired this piece so long ago. It has remained in fine condition,” she mused.“Stop playing games, Cerie,” Rowan grumbled. “This is serious. Is he a threat?”She allowed the silence between them to build up to a point of being almost unbearable for him before she smiled and said, “I think not.”“Is he vampire?” he asked.She leaned forward and gave Rowan a studied look as she asked, “What type of research was he doing before he came to you?”“He is a geneticist,” Rowan offered. “He was loo
Jasper impatiently paced his room. It was hours since Lila had whispered that Benjamin would be rescuing them that evening and for him to be ready.Ready? He was more than ready.It took several tries over multiple weeks, but they’d managed to subdue all signs of zombie toxin from his blood. They weren’t gone, but at least they were dormant. They’d also enhanced the werewolf in him. This became a true challenge for him when he was forced to work with the volunteers in his research project.He was both happy and worried when he learned that they’d been successful in altering the vampire DNA enough for a few of them to attend an afternoon party amongst humans. Not only were they able to enjoy the light of day without significant repercussion from the sun’s brilliant rays, but the temperature of their flesh had elevated to a degree of passing for a human with poor circulation.A soft knock on
Marcus took a deep breath while he focused on controlling his temper. Olivia was found dead almost a month earlier, yet they still hadn’t managed to get to the bottom of what really happened.“You know it was the vampires,” Freya hissed as she paced back and forth. “Why are you hesitating?”“Her wounds don’t coincide with the killing method of a vampire,” he explained. “They’re more in line with a wolf.”“A werewolf?” she screeched. “Are you saying that you think a member of your pack ripped my poor niece to pieces?”He vigorously shook his head as he snapped, “I said no such thing and I’ll thank you to not toss such accusations again.”She looked genuinely confused as she grumbled, “You just said her wounds were…”Annoyed and on the verge of losing control, he barked, “Madam, you are an original.&n
Such a thick coating of sweat had formed on his forehead that beads of it trickled into his eyes as Joseph nervously paced the exterior of the cave where Ingrid’s coven met.Meeting with the coven leader was no small feat. It was no secret that he held minimal tolerance for werewolves and even less for vampires. It was also a well-known fact that he had a temperament that was considered by most to be precarious. One wrong thing said or done could set him off into a magical torrent of which Joseph was sure he wouldn’t fare well. He’d practically begged Ingrid for tutelage on how to speak to Benjamin, but she’d simply gently kissed him and insisted that being himself would be more than sufficient.He groaned at the thought. He was far from the diplomat of the pack. That title went to Marcus, his friend Sam, or even Freya. He was nothing more than a ‘fetch it’ man for the pack leader. At least that&rs
“I should be staying here with you,” Lila complained as Jasper escorted her to the door of the werewolves’ lodge. “We’ve been together from the start. I don’t like separating now.”“You have your people to be with,” Jasper muttered. “You’ll be safe with them.”“You’re my people,” she grumbled. “Besides, I’ve been perfectly safe with you right along and that was with vampires. I can’t imagine it being worse with werewolves. They, at least, have a human side.”“If I’m not mistaken, we corrected that fact with our subjects before we escaped,” he observed.“True,” she said with a voice that hinted of irritation and conviction, “but that was only a handful of them and even they were still mostly vampire with a touch of humanity in them. It certainly wasn’t enough to make