The All Kinds Pack
Stacy exclaimed as she was pulled into an embrace, Grace’s heart was pounding in her chest and Stacy could smell the fear in her scent, “Grace? What’s wrong?”
“I got fired!” she sobbed, Grace usually had a beautiful voice which she used to entrance her prey but now she sounded like cat claws on a rope toy,
“What? From the morgue? Why?” Stacy asked holding her tighter trying to comfort her friend,
“The bastards found out I’m a Succubus, they said they don’t want Preter’s dealing with human corpses,” Grace replied, trying to hold back the tears,
“What the Fuck? Come inside, I’ll get Amber to make some tea and we can talk, okay?” Stacy offered as she wiped the silver tears from Grace’s Icelandi