The Beast of Fox Hill

Thirty Seven

The deep voice startled me and my head whips to its owner within seconds. 

The man in front of me has deep set, pitch black eyes that are somehow darker than Liam's. His hair is shaved short on the sides but the top has a long flopped over, wavy mess of hair that is a dark, chocolate brown color. His skin is a medium olive color and his lips almost contrast it with their dark, almost red pink color. His mouth is turned up into a side smirk which exposes a dimple on the side of his cheek. He has a dark five o clock shadow growing in, making his masculine jaw look softer.  

He is very tall, one of the tallest men I have ever seen in my life. He wears an all black suit which complements his olive skin and lips. 

"Kyrell," Liam says, a light smile on his face. 

"Liam," the man called Kyrell smiles with the brightest white teeth I've ever seen. 

"How is your kingdom these days? It has been a while since I have visited," Liam asks. Clearly this man is another vampire king, which did not surprise me that there were more at this grand ball. 

"Everything seems to be going smooth. No reaper attacks recently so that is always a good thing. I have missed you though, old friend," Kyrell says. His statement spurs curiosity in me. What was a reaper? 

"I have been occupied with the dogs," Liam says with an eye roll. 

"I can see that. So we have the first werewolf human mating on our hands," Kyrell comments, his eyes shifting to me. 

"Yes we do. This is Jasper, Alpha Cassander's mate," Liam says, introducing me. The tall man gives me a slight bow of his head before flashing me his white teeth in a smile. 

"May I?" he asks, sticking a hand out to me. 

"I suppose it wont hurt anyone," I reply and I take his large hand with my much smaller one. 

He pulls me closer to his body as Liam makes his way to another group of vampires within eye sight of me. His hand rests on my hip and one of mine on his shoulder, our other hands still together. We begin to sway slowly as I feel his eyes on me, filling my chest with flutters. 

"You're a quiet one," Kyrell comments. 

"No I'm not. I'm only quiet when I'm surrounded by vampires who could eat me faster than I could eat a sandwich," I say and Kyrell chuckles. 

"Fair enough. I assure you, Liam would never let anything like that happen to you. He is very protective over people he cares about," Kyrell says. 

"Where is your kingdom?" I ask, changing the subject. 

"Alaska," he replies. 

"Are you a king like Liam?" I ask. 

"I am. I inherited the throne just under a century ago," he says. 

"Why did you want to dance with me?" I ask, curiosity making me speak before I realized I had asked the question. 

"You're the word on the street. I had to see what fate had paired Cassander Osiris with. I can say, I am not disappointed. You have a fire about you that I think complements the wild side a wolf has," he says with a smirk. 

"You say that like you know something about it," I reply, noticing his comment was oddly specific about wolves. 

"I have a lot of knowledge and experience with many creatures. Wolves are nothing new for me," he says, a knowing smile playing on his face. 

"What did you have a fling with a wolf or something?" I say, sarcasm filling my tone. I expect a laugh, but Kyrell stays silent, his eyes telling me I had hit the nail on the head. "You did, didn't you?" I say, realizing his silence gave me the answer.