"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" I seethed.

Harper's mouth fell open. "Did he just say what I think he said?"

I blew out a huff of air through my nose in aggravation. "Yep."

All I saw was the word the dog mouthed, but in the end, that's all I needed to see to make it seem like the end of my world.

The word that made my life SO complicated from that point on was...







'Mate'


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Maria lives in House Crimson as one of the highest-ranking vampires of her house. The second, to be precise. It's not because she's fought in countless wars, or lived so many hundreds of years, or can make people bend to her will with a threatening glare. She hasn't/doesdon't do any of those things. She's only 17.

Her rank might have something to do with her bad@ss nature and undeniable knack for leadership, but who's to say for sure?

Nevertheless, she's only second to the master and mistress themselves, who also happens to be her aunt and uncle.

Yeah... not great leaders, those two. They're cowards who abandon their house after the first signs of an invasion. Disgraceful.

Now, Maria is left to try and fix things on her own with the werewolf invaders. But of course, there will be. . . complications along the way.

Big Bad Wolfie 

I decided to take what Wolfie said and throw it right back in his face.

"Oh, hi Maria. How have you been, dear?"

That's why I didn't respond when sweet old Luna Cara greeted me once we sat down a few chairs away along the grand dining tables.

I only looked at her and gave her my best wounded puppy impression.

Be careful what you wish for Wolfie.

The look of confusion mixed with concern that came on her face was exactly the reaction I was expecting. Especially since the news of my situation has spread like wildfire.

I broke eye contact to look down dejectedly, then looked back, looking even more wounded. I pointed to Wolfie sullenly and did the zipped lip expression to communicate why I couldn't talk. To really take it home, I gave a meek sigh and rested my chin on my hands with the most hopeless of pouts.

Chapter 11)Poking More Holes