Page 57 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“A tree magically appeared like that?”

“I saw something move, so I threw the closest thing at it.” He shrugged. “Not my fault it was a tree.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at my vampiric brother.

“Dante,” Asher yelled from a long way away.

“Asher.” Dante lifted his hand and waved at the forest in the distance. “I should go talk to him.”

“Now?” I asked, annoyed he’d leave after giving me the best orgasm ever.

He gave me a wry smile. “It’s for the best.”

“Best for who?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Everyone,” he said and walked away.

Away from me. What we’d shared. How we felt, and what we’d become. Was this his way of saying he no longer wanted me and the problems of being with a vampire?

Chapter thirty

Dante

Walking away from Isabel after tasting her sweet arousal was pure torture. As I approached the gateway of the castle, Asher rushed forward and clasped me in a manly hug, patting my back before jerking away.

“I want you to meet the pack.”

“What pack?”

“When I ran out here after Isabel’s head incident, I stumbled across a werewolf pack. They took me in and have been teaching me the ways of werewolves.”

“You mean after you cutoff her head.”

“I said I was sorry.” He pouted in the way he used to when we were little kids and he’d eaten the last of the food. “Why didn’t you tell the vampires it was me?”

“Because they’d kill you.”

“I think they might kill me, anyway.” He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and stared at the ground.

“Did you find out why?”

“Why what?” he asked.

“Why vampires kill werewolves.”

“No. I haven’t heard a reason.” He walked toward the forest.

I glanced back at Isabel, who was standing where I’d left her. I didn’t want to leave her, but what if I found the reason there was so much hatred between our species and I cured it? What if we could be together without having to worry about others killing us for our love? Since when did I love her, and she love me? I hurried after Asher. We couldn’t love each other. I couldn’t mate with her as my animalistic side wanted. Even if she tasted like the best aphrodisiac ever.

We walked toward a large group of twenty werewolves. Men, women, even a teenager. A man dressed in rugged clothes, sporting a beard, stepped forward.

“I’m Barth, the pack Alpha.” He held out his hand.

I placed my hand in his and shook. “Dante. Asher’s brother.”

“It’s good to meet you at last. We were worried the vampires were torturing you.”

“Torture?” I frowned. “No. They healed me. Took good care of me.”

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