“Twenty minutes! And I better not have helmet hair after.”
Sawyer’s lips curled into a smirk and then he took off on his scooter as I turned mine on and followed after him. The paved road was a smooth and beautiful ride through the stunning thickly treed paladin forest. My gaze kept flicking to Creek to see that he’d fallen asleep in his little car seat. The path was well lit and sure enough, in under ten minutes we approached the edge of Werewolf City.
Zipping out onto the road, I followed Sawyer as he took a left, towards the ruins of what used to be Sterling Hill.
Just as I was wondering if this was really necessary to take us on a tour of the destruction of werewolf city during our wedding, I saw the giant construction cranes moving panels of glass and metal sheet roofing as they rebuilt the school.
He’d started the rebuild already? Emotion clogged my throat.
Sawyer zipped inside the school parking lot, avoiding chunks of asphalt and cracked concrete and pulled right onto the burnt lawn, stopping in front of a brand new building. It was huge, two stories high and there were tradesmen installing doors and windows on the red brick building.
Red brick.
It looked like it was taken right out of Paladin Village Right down to the freshly planted garden beds. It was the only complete building on campus so far, but the others were going up quickly from the looks of it. Yet from what I could see of the materials, they were going to be glass and steel, the usual modern Werewolf City vibe.
“Sawyer?” I parked the bike and turned it off, glancing back to see Creek still asleep.
Sawyer stepped off his scooter and walked over to a lit up sign which had a piece of canvas draped over it. Reaching up, he ripped it off and I stared at the words etched into metal.
Paladin Cultural Studies Building
A sob leftmy throat as the realization of what this was settled into me.
“I thought Rab and Arrow could teach some classes here. And any of the paladin that want to go to school here can too, but I think most importantly future city wolves need to learn more about our nature loving brethren.” Sawyer said.
I laughed, wiping at my eyes and threw myself into his arms. “It’s perfect.”
He had no idea, did he? He had no idea that he was everything I never knew I needed. The glue to all the broken pieces inside of me. My wolf practically purred inside my chest at that, and I leaned forward, capturing Sawyer’s mouth in a passionate kiss. When I pulled back, he was looking at me with half-lidded, bedroom eyes.
“You’re stuck with me for life now, you know that, right?” I held up my ring finger and Sawyer’s eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled.
“Lucky me.”
Life wouldn’t be easy. We’d still have challenges running a pack with two alphas and two territories. I still had power-boosting blood that someone might one day want. But we were going to make the best of this amazing life we had, and create a beautiful future together with our son.
Forever.
The End
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Vampire Hunter Society(The Dark Bite)
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I tookone look over my shoulder, making sure I wasn’t followed, and slipped down the alley between third street and Grant. Tonight’s mark had been a challenge to hunt and I was going to be sore as shit tomorrow. My fingers clenched the heavy burlap sack as I stepped up to the non-descript brown rusted metal door. Reaching out, I banged three times fast, then once slow, followed by two times fast. A thin eye slit opened but it was too dark to tell who was on duty. Probably Finn.
“Password.” Finn’s gravely Irish voice came through the door in a muffled timbre.
“Daemonium interfectorem,” I whispered.
The metal panel to the right of the door popped open and slid to the left, revealing the hidden keypad underneath. Pressing my right index finger to the pad, I waited for the soft click of the door mechanism to open. My fingernails still had blood in them from the kill and my lower back throbbed from being slammed against the wall so hard.
The door clicked and I took one more look down the alley to make sure I wasn’t followed, before slipping inside.
Finneas Blight was sitting in his chair, crossbow slung over his back with dual guns at his sides. As head of security, Finn didn’t mess around. His legs were propped up on the worn mahogany desk. Behind him the House of Rose crest hung on the wall, perfectly lit up with two sconces on each side. Out of the four vampire hunter houses, House of Thorns, House of Ashes, House of Skulls and of course House of Rose, the House of Rose killed the most vampires per year than any other.
“Aspen. Did ya get yer mark?” His Irish accent was thick. Normally I didn’t dig redheads, but Finn was hot. From his tall muscular physique, right down to the reddish-brown bushy beard. He had a man bun that always rested at the nape of his neck and at thirty-years-old, had that sexy older guy vibe going on. I’d had a minor crush on him when I was seventeen but he was ten years older than me. I got over it though, and he was happily married to Hannah now.
