Page 56 of Enzo

Alarick and I both chuckle.

“Get up, Nael,” his friend shout. “She tricked you.”

The vamp shakes her head. “You’re loud. I and any other vampire could hear you moving a mile away.”

Nael leaps to his feet, his nostrils flaring as he stares at the vamp.

“Quiet your steps,” I tell Nael.

However, he isn’t listening. He charges toward the vampire. Once again, she calmly waits for him. He punches with his right. She leans back missing the blow by inches. When he swings with his left, she easily slips under his arm. He does a few rapid punches, but she avoids every single one of them as if she can read the future and know where they are coming from.

Nael tries to grab her, and she quickly steps out of his way, once again sticking out her foot. He tumbles down to the ground.

This time his friends aren’t so quick to cheer him on.

“You don’t fight hand to hand often and it shows,” the vamp says to the recruits. “If you’re here, it means you have the fighter gift most scouts have. You were created to defeat vampires. It’s in your blood. Your best approach against a vampire is always in wolf form.”

The entire time she’s talking, Nael has been glaring at her back. The next actions happen so fast, the human eye would’ve missed it. Nael transforms and leaps through the air at the vampire’s back.

“No, Nael,” I shout.

At the last minute, she turns around. With one hand, she grabs Nael around the neck out of the air, slamming him to the ground so hard debris flies up.

Nael whimpers as he melts back to human form. He’s alive, but he will definitely be sore.

“But not with me,” the vampire finishes her earlier statement.

She stands back up with the grace of a dancer, not a drop of sweat on her. The young males around her stare back at her with wide eyes. I won’t lie, even I’m impressed.

Alarick claps beside me. “Perfect. Maybe if you’re not busy, you can come out here and give the guys some pointers.”

Before she opens her mouth, I can already see the no coming out.

“If we’re supposed to help you with your sister’s fiancé, it would benefit you to train more wolves that could help fight,” I find myself saying.

I can’t deny having a vampire teaching us all their fighting tricks is a brilliant plan. Alarick is a great source, but he also relies heavily on his wolf to fight. She would be a different perspective.

She watches me cautiously before finally saying, “Okay.”

Later that day, as I’m leaving the cafeteria after lunch, I decide to check on Phaedra. I haven’t seen her lately and since Torak missed training; I thought I should stop by.

As I get close to their home, I spot Torak coming from the opposite direction.

“Hey,” I call out to him.

He spots me and stops walking. I jog up to him.

“Where were you today?”

He looks at the front door of his home before turning back to me. “I uhhh… was meeting a friend.”

“A friend?” I ask for clarification. He once again looks over at his mother’s door.

I take in his frazzled look, and the flush of his face.

A slow smile spreads over my face.

“Ohhh, a friend.” I glance to the door as well. Torak is a healthy eighteen-year-old male wolf. It would make sense thathe’s interested in females. Hell, by his age I was swimming in she-wolf pussy. I grab his shoulder and squeeze.

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