Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

Taylor

"Who are you?" I demand, pushing Isabel behind me.

I'm not worried about this creep hurting us. I'm more worried about how to deal with him without causing a ruckus.

"That's none of your business, girlie," he sneers and I shudder.

"Will you stop smiling at us?" I stare at him. "Those teeth are going to give me nightmares for weeks."

His smile fades, "Are you insulting me?"

"You're doing a pretty good job of it yourself," I gesture at his outfit. "If you have something to say to us, why don't we chat inside the alley?"

"What're you doing?" Isabel hisses, clutching on to my upper arm with both hands.

I ignore her, and as the man approaches us, I smile at him.

I'm fast, faster than even adult werewolves and vampires, and I use my speed to my advantage. Rushing forward, once he's securely inside the alleyway, I kick him in the groin before focusing on the aura that I was taught about. His eyes turn yellow, and I realize that he's a werewolf.

No matter.