The Wolf's Fate, Vampire's Destiny

Chapter 4

Trisha's P.O.V:

Paradise International was one of the largest hotels in USA, though the world has changed considerably, this hotel has been standing here for the last five hundred years. The architecture was so brilliant that it still attracted thousands of tourists every year that simply came to adore it, even though they didn't have the money to stay here. The beautifully curved archways, the statues of angels and Greek Goddesses and the hundreds of fountains both inside and outside the Hotel made it a tourist hotspot. The manager had finally taken pity of the poor travelers and now there were three sessions a day where a hundred tourists and architects were give a tour of the entire Hotel at an affordable rate.

But I wasn't here to admire the architecture. I was here for a far more valuable reason.

I wore black jeans with a red spaghetti strap top and a black leather jacket on top of it, paired with ankle high boots. Since I wasn't usually spotted without my work clothes which consisted mainly of a black jacket and pants over a crisp white shirt, I wouldn't be that easily recognized. On top of that, I'd also let my hair down from its usual top knot and donned sunglasses.

Room 2101 was one of the cheapest rooms in the Hotel, located on the third floor, which meant the only view you'd get from that room would be of the streets and the nearby Hotels. It was a perfect cover for someone who wanted to be dismissed as one of those people who just wanted to stay in a fancy hotel and then brag about it to the entire world. If only they knew the truth.

Arriving on the third floor at 1 o' clock on the dot, I took a while to compose myself before I knocked on the door. It opened just as I placed my knuckles on the wood.

Pushing the door further, I used my ears to get a jist of how many people might be waiting to pounce on me, and then stepped inside when I heard only one heartbeat coming from the dark room. I shut the door behind me and all the lights in the room were suddenly turned on.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Redfern. I'd been waiting for you." A voice so rich and throaty that it made me want to hear more of it. "And please, you can leave that silver blade and gun by the door."

I froze. How on Earth had he sensed the blade and gun? None of the vampires in this building had been able to and some of them had been over two hundred years old.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Donovan. I don't like been around unknown creatures unarmed."I told him, keeping my voice stern.

"I guess you're right. Please have a seat then."No harshness in his voice, just neutral.

I took a few more steps inside the room until I was fully inside and that's when I set my eyes on Lucas Donovan sitting on one of the two chairs available in the small room. Oh My!

Rich olive skin tone that spoke of long hours in the sun, charcoal black hair that fell to his forehead like liquid silk and a face just as rugged as it was handsome. Werewolves are usually huge in size so it's natural that their human counterpart would be large too, but Lucan was built magnificently. So much that he seemed to swallow up all the space in this tiny room. The last time when he'd arrived in New York, dragging a dead vampire halfway through town, the media had been too scared to take pictures of him. And those who had taken pictures on their cell phones hadn't been able to get a clear shot of his face. So no one really knew how Lucas Donovan looked like, until now.

"You seem surprised, Ms. Redfern." His lips tilted up in a half smile, half smirk with more than a little arrogance. "Were you expecting some vile, hairy creature?"

I gulped. "Maybe." I took slow calculated steps towards the chair before I took a seat. If his human form was this huge, I could only wonder how big his wolf might be. There was no way I'd be able to fight him if he decides to attack. "The only time I saw a werewolf in my life was when one of them decided to shred me and my family to bits."