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Luther threw the two vampires in his hands down the hallway, satisfaction blasting through him when he heard the snap of bone. They picked themselves up quickly, one dragging a broken leg and the other grasping what looked like a dislocated shoulder as they hurried away.

He whirled on Zamorra, his anger climbing. How dare she reveal herself in the presence of other males. His body shook with uncontrolled rage, the lustful gazes of those vampires seared into his brain.

No onehad the right to look upon her naked body except him.

Zamorra’s lips curved into a sly smirk. She flipped her silver hair over her shoulder and walked down the hallway towards her uncle’s room. Axel kept his head down, eyes plastered to the floor as she approached, not wanting to incur his wrath.

Luther marched after her. Void dangled a black robe on the end of his finger as he leaned against the doorframe, a humorous expression on his face at Luther’s actions. Zamorra took it and put it on, walking past her uncle.

Amusement twinkled in Void’s eyes. “You know nudity isn’t a big deal in shifter society, right? It’s second nature to us. Happens all the time.”

He was getting really fucking sick of shifter nature.

“Go away,” Luther told Void, keeping his eyes locked on Zamorra as she moved to a drink cart in the corner of the room.

Void’s mouth dropped open. “This is my room.”

Luther pinned his dark gaze on the shifter and Void grumbled, pushing off the doorframe.

“Fucking vampires. Douchebags, the lot of you,” he mumbled as he walked away.

Luther ignored him. He stepped into the room and slammed the door shut.

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Zamorra worked hard not to jolt at the slam of the door, continuing to pour her drink like she didn’t have a care in the world. She’d be lying if she said Luther’s reaction to her being naked in front of others didn’t please her.

It did. A lot.

Handing control over to her werewolf had been incredibly freeing. For that short amount of time, all her thoughts and worries had disappeared. She just watched the world through her werewolf’s eyes, not giving a single fuck about what was going on. She knew her werewolf had everything under control. She always did.

They ran through the forest, enjoying the different scents swirling around them. The woodsy fragrance was exactly what she needed to relax. The smell of damp moss, wet tree trunks and flowers filled her nose and calmed her instantly. Until Axel’s scent cut through it all.

Her werewolf had wanted to hunt, to chase the vampire who dared encroach on her space. Zamorra didn’t have a problem with it. She knew Luther had sent him after them. To keep an eye on them. It pissed her off. She wanted to be left alone, to be free of the demands of the world—and for a short time, she was. Until she was reminded of the reason why she was out in the forest in the first damn place.

Zamorra egged her werewolf on, telling her to catch the vampire. To toy with him. She was very clear about not actually harming him. Axelwasonly following orders. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun with him.

So they chased him all the way back to the mansion. When her werewolf raked her claws down Axel’s front, Zamorra snapped at her. Her werewolf had shrugged, saying whatever damage they did would heal, causing Zamorra to roll her eyes.

That wasn’t the point. But she didn’t do it again.

The thrill of the hunt hummed in her werewolf’s blood, even when they chased him all the way to her uncle’s room. Zamorra had to convince her to relinquish control, because she didn’t want to give up on her prize. She had to promise her werewolf something Zamorra hated.

The freedom to bite the head off their next kill.

Zamorra shuddered, bringing the drink to her lips. She hated eating heads. It was disgusting, but something her werewolf loved.

Luther’s power rolled over her skin and her breath hitched. Hostility vibrated from him as he stalked towards her, his anger like a dark cloud hanging over her head. She swallowed, enjoying the slight burn of the alcohol travelling down her throat.

His chest brushed against her back and he reached around, grabbing the glass from her hand. He tipped his head back and downed the rest of the drink. He slammed the glass down on the cart and she jolted.

Shit.

Her werewolf chuckled, thoroughly enjoying Zamorra’s unease.

I’m glad you find this so fucking funny,Zamorra snapped at her werewolf.

The entity chuckled again.He would never hurt you.

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