Page 26 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“I’ve had no one to teach me all my life.”

A stab of heartache hit me with such a force that I realized I was starting to like this werewolf. I couldn’t stop the next words out of my mouth.

“I’ll teach you.”

“You?” He glanced sideways at me, the shock, the hunger, staring back at me made me certain I was doing the right thing.

“I can’t teach you about being a werewolf, but I can teach you about the life you’re now living. How to harness your blood lust and anger, tamp down your overstimulated emotions so you don’t let the animalisticside of you dominate. That is why vampires are usually so refined. Why we like art, music, dance, and the finer things the world offers.”

“While werewolves run through the forests at night hunting.”

“Oh, we hunt too.”

“Right, humans.” He scowled.

“Are you offended I drink the blood of humans?”

He rubbed a finger over his frown lines. “I’m not sure. When you drank from me… it was…”

“Yes?”

“Very erotic,”

I smirked.

“Stop grinning,” he said with a huff that was half joking half exasperation at my glee he admitted to my bite being erotic.

“It’s funny though to hear a werewolf admit a vampire bite is pleasurable. Usually, you hate us so much that we have no choice but to kill you. This,” I said, waving a hand between us, “is refreshing and making me question our hatred of your species.”

He grinned so triumphantly that his eyes shone with happiness. “You don’t hate me.”

“Stop grinning,” I threw back at him while fighting a returning smile. “I still hate you a little.”

“You do not.” He bounced in front of me like an excited puppy, limbs and fur, eyes aglow.

“All right, calm down.” I waved him away from me. “Time for you to fetch me clothes.”

Chapter sixteen

Dante

The door to the castle opened. Isabel frowned at the bloody rug on the ground in front of the door, but she said nothing. We walked inside together. Isabel’s body turned translucent.

“I don’t like how you keep doing that. You should wait outside.”

“You’ll need my help with Nemisis.”

“Nemesis?”

“No, Nemisis.”

“What’s the difference?”

“For someone who reads a lot…” She shook her head. “One is a raven.The other is an enemy.”

“So you have a raven enemy?”

“No.” She rolled her eyes. “What the hell happened to my castle?”

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