TWELVE – NAILEA.
An enemy of an enemy is a friend. That’s something we, as werewolves, were taught from a young age, but there was an exception; a full quote to it.
An enemy of an enemy is a friend, unless it’s a vampire.
There was a vampire sitting on the tree with me, staring at me with eyes glowing so red that I cursed myself for staring into them.
“Your heart is beating fast,” he commented, reaching his hand forward to feel the heartbeat for himself, but I moved back.
“Come on down, I’m waiting,” he said, getting off the tree in the blink of an eye, but I remained there. I couldn’t willingly go into a situation that I knew would get me killed.
“Don’t make me use my powers to get you here, young lady. Climb down this tree right now!”
Deciding that either way, I would still have t
