The Fairy and the Werewolf
With a rage so intense the trees quaked, she swore every last one of them would pay. She would not rest until they were dead.
Raven got to her feet a little unsteadily and dusted herself off. She looked around the room. Broken furniture littered the floor as well as the broken bodies of her family. Her mother, father and baby sisters dead; drained of their blood. She felt her neck, wincing at the pain of the two pinpricks. They had not been forgiving. She knew this was a message. This was a don't kill our kind message. They didn't want her dead, they wanted her punished for taking one of theirs. Without a glance at the broken bodies of her loved ones Raven left the cabin, stepping out into the predawn light. She would have to find out where they had come from, she couldn't sense the direction. There was a rotten smell all around her. Curling her nose in distaste, she started walking through the woods. They had to be nearby. A crunching off to her left made her pause and listen more intently. It couldn't be vampyre; it was daylight. She waited
A man stepped out from behind a tree, eyes narrowed.
"You are not vampyre," he stated, as he approached.
She couldn't focus. He was gorgeous. Soft brown hair with hints of burgundy in the predawn sun. Dark sinful brown eyes you could swim in. And his body Hercules would pale in comparison to this man. He was sinfully delicious and not human. Instantly on alert she fisted her hands ready to kick some other world ass.
"Stop right there," she warned. When he kept moving she backed up a pace. "I said stop right there." To her irritation he kept coming.
"I am Malcolm Shaunecey." He stopped a hands reach away. His nostrils flaring; dark eyes thoughtful.
"I am Raven Waters," she offered reluctantly.
"And not human," he purred. He loved the way her straight black hair moved with the slight breeze and the look of her deep green eyes so skeptical so full of...pain? She was an ethereal beauty. Small in stature with generous breasts and luscious curves. His body tightened as his wolf sense kicked into action. He could smell her feminine scent mixed with blood. "Are you hurt?"
"No and no. You are not human either."
He shook his head his sensual mouth curving slightly. "I'll tell you if you tell me."
She tipped her head sideways as if sizing him up. "Fairy; half fairy actually. And yourself?"
"Werewolf."
"What are you doing out here?" She wasn't in the least surprised. First vamps now wolves.
"I am after the ones who killed my family."
Raven nodded. "Me as well."
"Well, shall we then?" He extended his hand.
With a cautious smile, Raven took the offered hand and followed her companion in arms out of the woods. There was no way the vampires would have a chance now.
