Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid
I slumped on the blue velvet couch, still rattled from Velan’s goons and rabid dogs, my hybrid blood itching under my skin—useless and restless.
The key twisted in the lock and the door banged open, and Walda hobbled in, her gray hair sticking up like she’d stuck her finger in a socket.
“Walda, you alright?” I jumped up with wide eyes.
“What happened to you and Erasmus Bluthexer? He’s such a weasel, breaking the truce like that thinks vampires can just waltz in all over Berlin!”
“Hmpf, in his dreams!” Walda snorted, leaning on her crooked staff. “Not as long as I’m kicking which is a damn long time Beatrice!” She winked at me, eyes glinting with that dark humor I loved.
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