Petty.I felt rather wild, and went ahead to fix the date at one of Mr. Winchester's fancy hotels, certain of the fact that he would find me there.It took him all of fifteen minutes to drop in with a brunette and secure the nearest table to us.Gary doesn't seem to notice that there's an angry lycan who looks seconds away from ripping his head off. I pretend not to notice too. If the woman notices that Mr. Winchester's attention is somewhere else, she does little to show it."What do you do?" I ask and take a drink from my glass. The coffee burns deep in my throat and I shut my eyes, relishing in the feel of it."I'm a lab scientist for the most part of it. I own an impressive lab downtown. I work in biogenetics."Should I know what that means? Where I come from, *science* isn't important enough to be a subject in school. What does a race that doesn't get old or need medicine to heal need science for?It's really that simple. The Goddess created all things, and she can unm

"Where were you born?"I say nothing, staring blankly at the ugly ceiling. I awoke a few minutes ago, and Elijah Coleman has been trying to get me to converse with him."I looked into you. Sinclair pulled an impressive amount of strings to get you an identity. A false one. It tickled my curiousity. Sinclair is right about the most selfish man I know."I blink, moving my head left and right to dispel the last remnants of dizziness. The colours seem overly bright, and my bones feel weary.He suddenly crouches in front of me and reaches for my hair. He tucks it behind my ear and I hate that I can't move. I want nothing more than to slam his face into the wall. Claw out his eyes too while I'm at it.But I can't fucking lift a finger.That is what scares me. Human drugs should have no effect on us, their impact fleeting due to our rapid metabolism. A temporary weakness, lasting a minute at most, nothing so strong that it'd incapacitate me. His fingers linger over my ear, stroking th

Nothing has ever sounded as satisfying as the sound of Yuri's screams when my claws rend through his flesh, tearing into his boner, ripping through the flesh and whatever shit exists in his dick.The scent of blood fills the air, mingling with Yuri's nightmarish roars. But it's not my nightmare—it's his. "Get her off me!" he cries in agony."Fuck!" Anton yells, angling over from the front seat to grab me. His hands clasp around my arm, attempting to pull me away from Yuri. Yet, the harder he tries, the tighter my grip becomes. In a matter of seconds, his testicles are in ribbons. I don't think Yuri will ever father children. He doesn't know that though. He has passed out.Anton results to hitting me in hopes to knock me out. The first punch knocks me off balance, and my head collides hard with the windshield, shattering it, but I barely feel the pain.I lunge forward, gripping Anton's arm, raking through his flesh. His roar is primal, and the car veers dangerously, crashing into the

Somehow, I end up sleeping the entire evening away, tossing through nightmare after nightmare. I wake up drenched in sweat, with a thirst that has me lunging out of bed to grab the glass of water on the bed stand.I gulp the entire thing and refill the glass twice, panting and wiping my mouth once I am done. My trembling fingers rise to my face, before threading them into my hair as I will my breathing to slow.Gripping the bedstand, I lean against it, shaking. I dreamt of Yuri and Anton, but this time, they're killing me, not the reverse. My skin crawls with the feeling of blood on my skin. The sweat coating my body and shirt does little to help.Bile rises to my throat and I close my hand over my mouth to keep myself from throwing up. Pushing my feet into the oversized flip-flops by the bed and grabbing the robe by the door, take heavy steps out of the room needing to get some air on my face.I step out of the room, my tight movements triggering the motion sensors and lights sudde

Dane steps in between us before Ethan can think to retaliate.Could have told him not to bother. I can handle a fight just fine."Back the hell up, Ethan. We all mourn Danika's death in our own way and time. You want to go at it with him, do it outside my establishment. Tonight, they are my guests. You disrespect them, you disrespect me, I fucking kick your drunk ass out." Ethan bares his teeth at Dane, but he backs off, stalking back to the others at the table, his frustration seething under his skin.Soft, soft, musical laugh tinkles through the booth, quickly silenced by a warning growl from Ethan.Dane turns slightly my way, a flicker of approval dancing in his eyes. Just like that, my terrible mood is gone and I have to bite down on my lip to stifle a giggle."Which would you prefer? Dane's Club or my office?" Mr. Winchester asks as Dane leaves to fetch us some drinks. My brows furrow. "I'm not following.""Did you see the sign outside? There's an opening. If you like him so mu