Page 12 of Alpha Power

Darius eyed her suspiciously. “Who were you talking to then?”

“Duh. Her wolf,” Maddox interjected.

“Werewolf,” she grumbled.

“Your wolf wants to eat me?” Darius shrieked, giving her a panicked look. She couldn’t help but smile.

“No. She wants to bite your head off. There’s a difference. Still want me to shift?” Amusement twinkled in her eyes as she gave him an evil smirk.

The corner of his mouth lifted to an evil smirk of his own. “Maybe later.” He winked.

“Enough,” Luther snapped, impatience dripping from his voice.

Zamorra looked at him, surprised by his abrasive tone. He picked up something small and rolled it down the table towards her. She slammed her palm down to stop it, and when she lifted her hand, she saw a small vial filled with thick, dark liquid.

Her eyes flicked back to Luther, who was watching her closely. “What’s this?” She asked.

“You tell me.”

She brought it up to her nose, giving it a good sniff.

Blood. She tapped into her werewolf’s power, heightening her senses tenfold.Vampire blood.She wrinkled her nose.

“This has vampire blood in it.” Zamorra took another deep whiff. “And… magic?”

Luther raised his brows, surprised she was able to scent the magic lacing the blood. “Yes.”

Zamorra twisted the vial in her fingers, studying it intently.

Vampire blood was highly addictive. For both humans and the supernatural. When taken directly from the source, it gives the user an unbelievable high. Like cocaine, heroin and acid all rolled into one tasty shot. It made you feel invincible, like you could take on the entire world and no one could stop you. But once it leaves the body, it turns rancid, foul and completely non consumable.

“Someone’s been able to keep the blood viable,” she stated, stunned.

She looked around the table, the faces of his vampire guards pale and grim. Luther locked eyes with her. She could see the tips of his fangs peeking out from the edges of his lips, and for one crazy second, she wondered how sharp they were.

“This is a new drug circling through the supernatural community called Night Flare,” Luther said, his dark eyes lit with anger. The air thickened with the intensity of his ancient power, and she revelled in it. “For the past few week’s vampires have been turning up dead, drained entirely of their blood. Then, a few days ago that showed up on the streets.”

Zamorra lifted the vial to her nose again, smelling it. She pulled even more power from her werewolf, so much that her eyes flashed silver and fur started to appear on her skin. She closed her eyes and let the power flow through her, wash over her like a tidal wave and consume her soul.

Fire and Brimstone.

Her eyes snapped open. She pulled back, letting the power slowly dissipate. “It’s enchanted with dark magic.”

There was light magic and dark magic in the world and they both had a very distinct scent. Light magic smelled like flowers, like the first bloom of spring. It was sweet and left a pleasant taste on the tip of your tongue. Dark magic was the complete opposite. It was sulphuric, like something toxic and deadly.

“Dark magic?” Luther frowned. “Are you sure?”

Zamorra brought it to her nose again. “Pretty sure. Can you not smell it? It’s pretty distinctive.” She rolled the vial back down the other end and Luther scooped it up, giving it a sniff.

“No,” he scowled. He held it out to Roman, who leaned forward to smell it. His blue eyed flashed red briefly before he shook his head, his blonde curls bouncing as he moved.

Zamorra shrugged. Shifters had a naturally stronger sense of smell than vampires, especially werewolves. Just because they couldn’t smell it, didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

“So, what do you need from me?” Zamorra asked, curious about what exactly she was doing there. She highly doubted he planned to involve her in important vampire business unless absolutely necessary. She was still the enemy, even if she was a servant.

“We don’t need anything from you,” Ophelia hissed, giving her a dirty look.

“If that were true, I wouldn’t be here,” Zamorra snapped.

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