Fangs

On the night Katrina rescued the man that was being beat up, the men supernaturally escaped—amidst the fatal blows she dealt on them. The blood moon helped them regenerate and escape. They hurriedly returned back to the Vampire Queen, Sophia, whose original intention was for Tyler to be brought to her dead, so she resurrects him. . . and makes him indebted to her, leaving him the choice of being her mate.

“We were attacked”, one of the men said, standing in a dark room with his other acolytes. The room had a few candles, none of which they lit. “We were knocked unconscious, and we could not summon you. We left, but we cannot get rid of the smell that lingers”.

There wasn’t much to it, really—the smell was only in their minds. They were already vampires, which meant they couldn’t actually smell anything. It didn’t smell like blood. It smelled like... well, blood. And that was what kept them from turning into vampiric animals during the daytime, but there was no mistaking