The wrong trigger

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Weston's pov Last night brought me thoughts I never wanted to have. Penelope was a mess. A beautiful mess after Owen used her to play a lovely song. Her throat turned sore from her moans. And while I should still be dealing with that, I had to leave after her first orgasm. I sensed something in the forest and I needed to chase it. To keep my mates from harm, and I found a van. All black, it was similar to what Penelope had described. But I don't need that. This van has a logo that belongs to a set of Vampire hunters. I'm saying it the wrong way. Hunters that are vampires. They clean the issues that my father doesn't want to stress about. The Dhampir situation is one of them. What I found? Nelia's dead body and what was clearly a warning left for Penelope, not me. The Death workers n

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