My Mate Has Fangs

The way he looked at me with those red eyes made my blood boil, how they always seemed to hold a glint of dark humor and something between cockiness and pride, pride in himself of course. The teasing smirk he always seemed to wear on his face didn't help either. But even I had to admit he was devilishly handsome, with his dark brown and almost dark hair, his defined jaw and cheek bones. He was any girls' dream, any girl except me. Since I was a young girl, I have been told about the myths and legends surrounding our feud with the vampires. I have been told to become fearsome, all must look up to. To me Drake was just as cocky, confidant, conceited, arrogant vampire prince and I, Clara, the next chief in line to lead the werewolves, a woman Alpha, will always be his sworn enemy. Over the past years, I grew up in dim woods and spent my childhood in combat classes and tutors. Ever since then, Drake and I had been meeting up in private-- as we are now-- to prove and fight who is the strongest. There have been many battles along with that, losses and wins for both sides. We fought it out in different ways.