Page 63 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“You’ve been an alpha your whole life taking care of your brother. Is he all right?” I asked, recalling how much he’d looked after his younger brother, the reasonhe’d run into the forest after our intimate time in the infirmary.

“Asher is good. He’s found a pack. A new family.”

I placed my arms around his waist and drew him into a hug. “He’ll always be your brother first.”

“I know and I understand I need to let him go and stop looking after him. He’s made so many wrong decisions in his life, but I think this one is the right one.” He lowered his head to my neck and kissed the bite mark. “I love everyone will comprehend you’re mine.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“My teeth marks glow under moonlight.”

“I’ve committed to this now, haven’t I?”

“Maybe it’s not as bad as you think. We don’t even grasp why vampires kill werewolves. It could be something as silly as a former lover spat.”

I tilted my chin up. “You think a vampire would set the entire vampire population against the entire werewolf population over a jilted love or some such thing?”

Dante chuckled. “Sounds ludicrous when you say it like that.”

“Because it is. Wait.” I wriggled out of his arms. “Lucian knows the reason.”

“Let’s go ask him.”

“Yes.”

Dante slid his hand into mine and I let him. As much as I wanted to deny it, there was a connection between us. Our hearts, bodies, and minds wanted this even if it would cause us heartache with our species. We walked back into the castle and to the library where Lucian and Maximus sat with their heads in the books.

“Lucian,” I said. “It’s time you told us why vampires kill werewolves.”

He closed the book and studied me then curled his nose. “You reek of werewolf and sex.”

Maximus gaped at me.

“So what.” I placed my hands on my hips. “Who I have sex with is my decision.”

Lucian crossed his leg over his knee. “There’s a saying once you go animal you can’t come back.”

“I think my human form proves that’s not true,” Dante said. “I can be animal and human.”

Lucian placed his hands over his knees. “Werewolves and vampires used to be one.”

“What do you mean?” I sat in the chair opposite him.

Dante shifted behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders protectively, which made my insides curl with heat.

“The reason you don’t remember why vampires kill werewolves is because you were never told. The academy professors are full of secrets they’ll never share with the average vampire.”

“But they shared them with you?” I asked.

“Yes, share, if that’s what you want to call the way I came across the information.” He lifted his lip in a bloodthirsty grin.

Dante’s fingers tightened on my shoulders, but Lucian was my vampire father. He’d never hurt me.

“What secrets did you discover?”

“Lots. Vampires and werewolves used to live together. They dated too.” He gave Dante’s hands a pointed glare. “I’m not happy you are with a werewolf.”

“Noted,” I said.

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