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I only get a block away from Misty’s when I scent a vampire. They have a bloody scent. Werewolves suffer bloodlust. We love the smell of blood and meat, but vampires don’t smell like fresh blood. They have a sickly rotting scent. They have strong noses too. I don’t know how they can handle their own stench.
Hoping the vampire I can scent is the rogue we’ve been hunting down, I follow the smell. I could do with a good fight to distract my wolf from the fact that I’m leaving someone he already considers to be our mate in a bar full of threats.
It’s not long before I realise that fight isn’t going to happen. I can feel the vampire now and I recognise this one’s energy.
Dominick Draconis, The King.
Yeah, he wishes.
“Well, well, well,” Dominick quips. “If it isn’t the daddy dog himself.”
He may be old and he may act all high and mighty, but he ain’t nothing but a mosquito to me.
I tell myself that every time we are in each other’s company and I still end up at his throat by the end of the conversation. I’m not going to let him get to me. “Dominick.”
“What no happy greeting? No wagging tails?”
Try as I might, I don’t manage to contain my growl. My wolf might get his fight yet. “What do you know about this rogue vampire I’m hearing reports about?”
“Touchy. Fine let’s get straight to business then. I’m following up on the reports too, but none of my men have found any leads. He seems to be good at hiding.” His phone chimes in his jeans pocket, he reaches his hand in and pulls it out, but on glancing at the screen he ignores the call by angrily shoving it back in his pocket. “Have your men found anything?”
“Not a thing. My guys are calling it a time waster, but I have a bad feeling about it and I don’t like it.”
I’m not a fan of Dominick, but this rogue is his kind and if anyone is equipped to find him. A two thousand year old vampire leader is bound to be better at it than I am.
“You’re right to be concerned. He’s a threat and we need to find him. I have no doubts that in time we will,” he proclaims with the confidence of a leader.
“Yes, we will,” I declare, walking away. I’m not concerned about turning my back on the vampire - even when I know that our scent is intoxicating and highly addictive to them, the total opposite of how their revolting stench affects us, because the werewolves and vampires have a pact, of a sort, so we can live comfortably in the same town without a war breaking out. Neither of the two species can attack the other without serious punishment. I won’t lie and say there isn’t ‘incidents’, but we stay on top of them and our pact helps keep them far and few between.
I reach into my pocket for my keys, unlocking my Pajero as I approach it. I get in and head home.
My home is the pack’s home, which means any member is welcome at anytime. I just hope that Chloe finds someone to entertain her tonight because I’m still not up to dealing with her again.
3. VAULTING BARS
Rosabel
Pride to Pack Page 8
