Fifty.

Alpha Colt

I reach forward. Wrapping my fingers around the handle of the wooden spoon. It snaps in my hand and she just stares at me.

“You bastard. That was my good cooking spoon!”

“Daphne, will you stop and just shut up for a second!” Linc had shifted back and was pulling his clothes back on.

“You have a lot to teach the human.” I mutter at him

“Will you please stop referring to her as ‘the human’. It’s bad enough that her scent is a constant reminder that she is not one of us."

“Hey, I don’t stink. Even when I was homeless, I never smelt bad!”

Why did Lilah like this human? She doesn’t even remotely understand what Linc is talking about.

“Shut up!” A groggy Lilah shouts from her bedroom.

“Right, you two, figure this out.” I make my way back to Lilah’s bedroom. Her top half of her body was hanging over the edge of the bed like she had attempted to climb out. Her eyes are still closed. I could hear her stomach gurgling and I knew what was coming. She was moments away from spewing her