It felt like a nightmare.
Lily walked the forest floor behind Damon, lost in the absurdity of it all. She couldn’t believe she’d caved—given into their demands. But she recalled Demon’s expression in the shadows of the werewolf den. His gaze like a wolf, stalking her thoughts. Waiting for the opportunity to swallow her up whole.
And how are you going to ruin me? she asked. Kill me? If that was what you wanted all along, why let me go that day in the forest?
No, Damon had replied. Did you know that our blood is toxic to vampires? As a werewolf, I never have to fear their teeth. One bite of me and they’ll be vomiting blood for a month. His eyes had flickered to his friend—the more serious one who sat there quietly, eying Lily like she was a meal for the taking. Another fun fact, Damon had said. It doesn’t work the other way around. A werewolf could tear a vampire to shreds with no problem. And Reno here happens to have the bite.
The bite?