Page 15 of Alpha Power

Who is it?Zamorra asked.

She took another whiff. Darius.

Don’t bite his head off!

She chortled. It sounded fun to her, and the thought made her salivate, but she would listen. That didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with him though.

She stood upright and walked casually, pretending to admire the beauty of the forest around her. She raked her claws down the tall, brown trees as she passed, sharpening them. Bark chipping away and gathering into a heap onto the ground.

She sensed the vampire directly above her. He wasn’t breathing and he had no heartbeat, but she knew he was there. He was watching her, his scent reeking of excitement and curiosity.

She breezed past, acting as though she was headed back when she abruptly spun and pounced. In one leap, she cleared over 200 feet of air and latched onto the vampire’s foot with a clawed hand. With a roar, she tugged him down.

“Shit!” The vampire shrieked.

She landed on top of him, claws at his throat and teeth mere inches from his face. She roared again, her muscular body shaking with raw power, saliva dripping from her lips.

The vampire shrank back, eyes wide in fear. It saturated his scent, and she licked the air, enjoying the taste.

She stared at him, waiting to see if he would move. He didn’t, but he did talk.

“Za-Zamorra.”

She growled. She wasn’t Zamorra. Not anymore. She was in control now. This was her body.

The vampire paled.

Let him go.

I don’t want to.

She felt a sense of pleading shoot through her, and she growled in frustration. Fine. She released her hold and eased back, staying on all fours and keeping an eye on her prey.

He’s not prey.

She huffed.

The vampire slowly got to his feet, keeping his hands out in front of him as he stood to his full height. Moving with extreme caution, he wiped down the front of his dark suit, brushing the dirt and leaves from his expensive clothing.

Now that the danger had passed, his excitement and curiosity returned tenfold. His eyes lit up with awe as he stared openly at her. “You’re bigger than I thought you’d be.”

She curled her upper lip back and snarled.

The vampire took a step back and she took one forward, mirroring him.

Don’t.

“How about you’re scarier than I thought you’d be?” He asked hesitantly, stepping back again.

She cocked her head to the side. He was afraid of her. That much was clear. It was in the way he moved, the way his voice pitched higher, and his eyes darted left to right, looking for escape. She liked that he was scared of her. He should be.

“Okay, you like that,” he nodded to himself. “You know you almost made me piss my pants back there?”

Her chest rumbled with amusement.

The vampire smiled, revealing his wicked, sharp fangs. “You’re pretty cool and I’m psyched I finally got to see you, but can Zamorra come back now?”

“Are you content?

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