Chapter 4

There was sadness in his voice as he spoke the words, as if it was an unspoken secret. I was shocked though; he acts as if he can see. 

“How can you see everything then? You have not run into anything, and you look me in the eyes all the time.” I howled in a low voice, sounding like a little kid not wanting to get in trouble. Dragan must have known what we were talking about, because he grabbed me from Kilian. As he lifts me to his eyes, the red glistens like Kilian’s eyes did earlier. 

‘We talk with our vampire powers. I can not understand you, but Kilian has the gift to talk to anything or anyone that can talk back. No matter the language… he can understand it. I am surprised that he can talk to you though. You are the first animal he has talked to. I want you to know he was born with his eyes broken… and for that he is the black sheep of our family. Even though I am noble, they do not see him as my son. He can not see with his eyes, but he makes up for it with his other senses. He can hear, smell, feel, and taste things that no one else can.” I wondered if his senses were better than mine. I did not know what it is like to be the black sheep of the family, but I knew what it was like to have no family… even though it was only for a little while. 

I looked back at Kilian. I did not know what to say. It must be hard to be a blind vampire. I thought about how I could make him feel better. I don’t know all my talents yet… I only knew of one thing I am good at. My pack always said they loved to hear me sing as we ran through the forest. They said my singing was unparalleled. I have to think of a song. It took me a minute to come up with something. I wiggled out of Dragan’s hands,and jumped to the table. I grunted for their attention. Rachel, you stopped reading here. 

“The world… We live in… Is so big,... The sky is filled with smells… Soooo… Sweet, the sound around us… Sing with joy… Ohhhh… Our world… We rejoice… Happy textures, all around… Weird and fun… To be found… Sights unseen… Who really cares… Let’s explore… New things… Together as friends… We will be!” I sing with as much enthusiasm as I can. By the end of my song, Kilian was crying blood… as was Dragan. I guess it was normal for a vampire to cry blood. 

“That was harmonious!” Kilian went to pick me up, but Dragan beat him to it. 

‘I don't know what you said, but your howling was delightful!’ I blushed at his words. It was my first time singing for someone who wasn't in my pack. I wished I was in my human form… It has been weeks since I changed. Normally, my pack would only change into wolves on a full moon. We have no control over the change either. My father was the only one who could control it. I am not sure, but I fear the only reason I have not changed back to my werewolf form is because I am alpha now… But what is an alpha with no pack? Does that mean I am still an alpha? I have no real answer to my questions. Just my own thoughts. The thoughts faded as I came back to reality. Kilian was now holding me, as he walked up the stairs. I would not admit it, but his arms were comfortable… even though they were small and cold. The cold did not bother me. If anything it takes away from the heat my fur gave me. What I wouldn’t give for a warm bath right now. Not too hot, or too cold. We entered Kilian’s room, and he set me down on the end of his bed.

‘This is were you will sleep.’ I blinked at him. He didn’t really think I was going to sleep with him… I was free… If I can get alone… I can change forms. 

“NO!” It was not a yell, but it was firm. He looked at me confused. 

‘No?’ I barked at him this time. 

“No! I am a girl!” Even in my pack, I slept with only my mother and father. I wanted my puritys to stay that way. 

‘You are a wolf… A pet… Why can’t you sleep with me?’ He was serious. However, I could not tell him the truth. I could not tell him because I wanted to be in my human form. 

“My mother and father taught me to only sleep with the man I love…” His face was even more confused. I may only be 10 years old; that is the mindset of a 10 year old human. I was almost as old as the vampire. My body was even the size of his. Werewolves mature at the age of 11, so my mother has already told me what was expected of me. I was to fall in love before my 14th birthday. Mother did not have luck with children. I am her miracle child. It was normal to have 5 kids to keep the pack growing. My mother could only have me. Father did not care though. He loved her so much that he gave up his chance for other children. 

‘Okay… So where do you want to sleep then?’ Kilian was trying to meet me halfway. “My own room. It does not have to be big like yours.” I howled with concern in my