Page 51 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“I’m not giving a werewolf my blood.” She turned her nose up in the air.

“You.” I pointed at a man under the hypnotic daze of a vampire. “Follow me.”

I hauled Dante’s large body over my shoulder and staggered from the room. If I’d been at full strength,I’d have run with his weight no problem. My vampire family watched me, but no one offered to help. I didn’t blame them. Killing werewolves was what we did. We didn’t save them, but Dante was different. They didn’t understand.

His weight was immense in his half-shifted form, but I made it down the stairs and along the hallway to the west wing that held the infirmary and the instruments I’d need to help him. I dropped Dante on the bed and huffed out a long breath.

“Lay there.” I pointed at the bed beside Dante’s.

The man lay on the bed, and I shoved it closer to Dante. I ran to the cupboards and returned with the instruments needed for a blood transfusion. It was so much easier when you were a vampire. I didn’t even comprehend if this would work but I had to save Dante. He’d saved me. I pricked Dante with the needle and set up the line to the human, then I placed a needle in the human’s arm and watched the red fluid pass through the clear tube into Dante.

“You don’t even know if this will work,” Lucian said, walking into the room.

He looked brighter than before. He must have fed from the other human.

“I have to try. He saved me, Lucian. Multiple times. I owe him.” I placed my hand against Dante’s face letting the fur tickle my palm.

“You like him.” Lucian studied me with his keen eyes.

As my vampire father, he always saw more than most.

“She does,” Maximus said walking into the room looking a lot healthier too.

“I don’t know why,” Renee sneered.

“I do,” Maximus said. “He’s quite likable for a werewolf.”

They all hovered at the edge of the room unwilling to come closer to the animal we always killed. Were they conflicted about saving him?

“I don’t even remember why we’re meant to kill werewolves,” I said.

“We have our reasons,” Lucian said. “Tell me about Silas and the curse.”

“Silas?” I touched my neck. How had he decapitated me? I’d been too focused on Dante and wanting his blood and more. If vampires could blush, then I probably would be blushing right now recalling how much I’d desired Dante. Still did.

I launched into a description of everything that had happened. They were shocked to discover they’d been trapped in the curse too inside the ballroom with no knowledge of what was happening to me outside in the castle and on the castle grounds. No knowledge they were at an endless ball.

Maximus let out a low whistle. “I wish Dante had killed him when he had him restrained.”

“I’m glad you both got away unscathed,” I said. “Silas is evil.”

“He’s very fixated on you,” Lucian sat in a chair and steepled his hands. “Why?”

“Did I mention he was evil?”

Maximus chuckled. Lucian shot him a glare.

“He wants to become a vampire,” I said. “He wants me too, and I said no.”

“You are quite desirable,” Lucian said. “It’s why I turned you.”

I ducked my chin. Lucian and I had a passionate kiss before he turned me, but since he’d become my vampire father, I’d experienced no attraction for him. I think my human side had seen the allure of the vampire differently and now I was one, he wasn’t as alluring.

“If he’s made two tries for Isabel’s immortal life, another one is coming,” Maximus said.

“Yes,” Lucian said. “The castle isn’t safe.”

“I’m not leaving Dante,” I said.

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