Page 7 of Alpha Power

When they reached the mansion, the front door swung open, revealing a short elderly woman. She was a vampire, that much Zamorra was certain of, but it surprised her.

Most vampires were young or had been young when they were turned. But this woman looked like she was in her early 70’s. She had a full head of grey hair secured in a tight bun atop her head, a set of glasses perched on the end of her nose (not like she’d need them to see anyway) and a face full of wrinkles.

When turned into a vampire, the body is frozen in the exact same state it’s in. There’s no more aging, mentally or physically. They don’t all of a sudden become more attractive or younger looking, they just freeze, exactly how they are.

This woman had clearly been turned during her golden years, but Zamorra knew that despite that she would be just as strong as her. Stronger even depending on how long ago she had been turned. The older a vampire gets, the stronger they become.

Luther walked up the porch steps and lowered his head to speak in the older woman’s ear. After a few seconds, he disappeared inside, followed closely by Red. His other minions dispersed without a word, Darius and Maddox both giving her a wink before running off.

They’re going to be a handful,her werewolf commented.

Maybe,Zamorra shrugged,but at least they’re hot.

A laugh rumbled from her chest, courtesy of her werewolf.

“Are you just going to stand there laughing at yourself or do you plan on coming inside?”

Zamorra snapped her gaze to the old woman standing in the doorway and gave a tight smile. ”Sorry.” She took the few steps quickly and joined her on the porch.

Zamorra couldn’t help but stare at the house in awe. From where she stood, she could see the expensive marble flooring, giant windows that ran from the ceiling to the floor and a huge crystal chandelier that hung in the foyer, its pendalogues sparkling brightly and drawing all of her attention.

Oooooo,her werewolf cooed. She had an affinity for sparkly things and Zamorra would have to make sure she didn’t try anything sly.

The old woman chuckled as she placed a finger under Zamorra’s chin, closing her mouth. “Come along, child.”

Zamorra followed her inside, her eyes darting from room to room as she was led from the foyer into the kitchen. She had never stayed in a place so extravagant before. After spending the last six months staying in abandoned buildings and shelters trying to hide from Cade, this was an awesome change. Even if it did come with downsides.

“My name is Margaret.” She patted an empty stool and moved to the refrigerator. “Take a seat, deary. Are you hungry?”

Her stomach rumbled at the same time her werewolf howled YES!

Margaret chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as a definite yes.” She quickly put a plate of food together. Some cheese and crackers, a few pieces of fruit and a peanut butter and jam sandwich.

Where’s the meat?Her werewolf grumbled.

Don’t be rude,Zamorra chastised, though if she was being honest, she would have preferred meat as well.

The second the food landed in front of her, she scooped it up and started stuffing her face. Literally. She was never one for table manners. She was a werewolf for fucks sake. Have you ever tried to teach a werewolf table manners? Zamorra would advise against it.

“Once you’re finished, I’ll give you a tour and then show you to your room.”

“Fank yew,” Zamorra replied around a mouth full of food.

Margaret shook her head, a small smile on her face. Zamorra spotted the tips of her fangs just below her lips and couldn’t help but stare. She hadn’t been this close to a vampire before. She only ever really saw them from a distance. She tried to stay away from any supernatural and just keep to herself.

“What’s your name, dear?”

“Zamorra.”

“A very pretty name for a very pretty girl.”

Zamorra smiled and went back to her food. She wasn’t sure what to say back. She was always awkward whenever anybody paid her a compliment. Once she cleared her plate, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and placed it on the table.

“Thank you,” she said, giving Margaret a smile.

I’m still hungry,her werewolf grunted.

We’ll go hunting later.Zamorra hoped that would be enough to appease her.

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