Fated to Kill, Destined to Mate

iculous the scenario is. "Uh, sorry. But no, thanks," I answ

egister with them. My right hand is now free, so I s

he dark hair is a werewolf. The deep dark crimson eyes are not at all like the dark ones I thought were brown. Fantastic, two guys th

ook off. I can see their features a little better now that they have come out into the light. The somewhat shorter of th

He has the most vivid green eyes I have ever seen, along with light brown hair that is somewhat quiff-styled

as attractive as his pals. His crew cut, worn short, is black hair. His cheekbones and jawline

werewolf, yet something doesn't feel quite right. I'm thinking about what kind of animal he

in a fro

e guy next to him is still transfixed as I cast a quick peek in his direction. He lifts one perfec

mes out. "What..." How come he didn't freez

e steps forward in time with my stride back. And that one step illuminates him a l

ince his iris and pupil are the same hue. And although though I ha

mon

o ponder before I b

acingly and advance

ch. I toss it on the ground in front of me and am imm

g spell beneath my br

come momentarily undetectable and co

e still-frozen werewolf and vamp

I start to slow down. I take care to scan my surround

he Base at a light jog wh

er in the distance-it's only a few blocks awa

ever, we've made the necessary repairs so that we have everything we require t

ormed if any other supernatural beings attempt it because they will be knocked back on their ass.

ine, but that's the only sign it's there. I mutter the magic that will remove my cloaking as

tibi. Te

I was unaware of until it was gone. It took a lot of energy to place the cloaking spell over my gla

ocess all that transpired ton