Mason Mason Cain turned his head away from the intriguing and lovely creature. He had heard of vampires before, but he had never actually encountered one. She was nothing like the reports had claimed. Nate, did you catch that? wasn't a dead man walking. Although she was technically dead, she still had a powerful, flaming existence. Dylan, his best friend, called and said, "Mason, let's go!" When Mason turned, he saw that the pack had advanced in the direction of the parking garage. He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung
Last Updated : 2023-09-08
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