Chapter 22 Saved By A Reaper

Zaika's pov

The smell of blood was causing my fangs to throb which annoyed me greatly.

"I identify as a wolf, not a vampire," I muttered hoarsely. Furrowing my brow at the male chuckle I heard after my rant caused me to open my eyes slightly. A young-looking male with spiky black hair, citrine yellow eyes, pointed ears and a crooked grin filled my sight. Purple sparks like my hellfire were coming from his fingertips as he worked on my side injury. A bag of blood hung by a hook and was connected to my vein. Lifting it to look at it more closely I glared at the off-male.

"Who or what are you," I inquired. The man smiled and introduced himself. Pulling the blanket up that covered my manly bits he continued to examine the area I had been stabbed. He moved the harness and shook his head in annoyance.

"I am Atlas, a necromancer, reaper, and a good friend of your biological family. You're lucky I was the one to get your reaping card and recognize you. You were close to drifting off to your n