*Sandra's P.O.V.*
Dean and I did have a good day that day.
As we laid together, Dean fell asleep, I slid out from underneath the covers. Sleeping never came easy to me. Slipping out of the house, I literally ran into a familiar face.
"Drew what the hell?" I demanded, pulling back, he looked at me sheepishly. "Levi wanted to talk to me about something. It's supposed to be a secret." He answered, cocking a brow, I asked, "What is he asking you?" Drew grinned, "Well love, that's classified information." He answered, rolling my eyes, I grinned at him. "Still, it's nice to see you again Drew." I offered, we hadn't gone on midnight strolls for a couple weeks.
Drew smiled at me, the moonlight reflecting off of his teeth as if the emphasize his fangs. "How about a little walk, for old times sake?" He asked teasingly, I feigned consideration, "Sure." I answered teasingly, we started off. "What happened about that whole marriage thing with your parents?" I asked, Drew sighed, "Well, they got over the shock of seeing a werewolf, but they still won't shut up about marrying into vampire royalty." He complained, I stared at him. "That sucks." I responded, he raised a brow at me, "No that pun was not intended." I added, making him chuckle. "What about you?" He asked, I paused, "I had a freak out, almost murdered someone, and just recently got a tattoo." I stated bluntly. Drew smirked, "Sounds like a great time. Of course times are always great around you love," He teased, I elbowed him playfully. "Whatever." We were on a field, the breeze trying to shove us back. My hair was brushed back. "So do vampires not like werewolf blood?" I asked, Drew chuckled, "Stereotypes my dear, they're everywhere. No, it actually tastes great, if you get enough it's like drugs for vampires." He explained, I nodded, then before the conversation, a new smell hit my nose.
"You smell that?" I asked, he nodded, brow furrowed. "Should we inspect it?" Before he could finish the question, I was walking forward. That smell, I've smelled it before. I saw a body collapsed on the floor, with familiar hair, dressed in all black. My eyes widened, dropping down, I rolled the body over, and my heart nearly stopped in surprise.
"Who is that?" Drew asked.
Turning to him, I answered,
"Francis."
YOU ARE READING
The Hunt.
RomanceBook two in the Unknown Series. Sandra used to never believe in the supernatural. But now, she's become one. A werewolf. Through no will of her own, (and this time it really was through no will of her own). Now the person who changed her is hunting...
