Kara smirked in front of the flames. Fine, yes it was all fine! The werewolf loved her, but she didn't love him back. Vampire and werewolf, together again after a failed ambush.
Kara was sick of it - sick of the glint of pleasure in James' eyes around Etheday, who just didn't happen to notice. She was sick of those two being alive. Breathing. Talking. Laughing.
This should at least be a miserable, unhappy little goose chase for them. She thought, her hands combining to form at ball of fire. Like it was for me, when I tried to escape. She angrily threw it at the nearest tree, watching as it burned to ashes.
She was going out herself. Along with the werewolves. Anything to kill the little devils.
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Black Blood
RomanceEtheday has been a vampire for four long years. Four years of training, getting bullied for being different, and charged for false ransom, which is punishable by death. When she meets an older werewolf who is her only way of getting out of this aliv...
