The next morning, Francel Gumaka was about ready to kill them all. He hoped that by the time the moon was full in one week that sentiment changed. There was something fishy going on with the elf and the vampire. The faerie had insulted him more than once. Shit, the only one he could really stand was the zombie, and he was dead!Francel Gumaka, Wimer Aslix and Ciel Karhillaz sat in the living room. The TV was on, but none were paying attention to it.A key rattled in the lock. The door opened. And not like Alta opened it, but like it opened for him. Carefully, respectfully, like that damn faerie could even make wood and hinges fall in love with him. Alta slipped into the room, followed by three other faeries. All four of them had bright red hair. Alta wore green. Heracles Andra was in red, Hongki in yellow and Tegoshi in blue.To Francel Gumaka’s surprise, there were three human girls with them.“What the hell is this, Pixie?” Wimer Aslix demanded.Alta scoffed. “I’m not a pixie. I’m a

Francel entered the blessedly quiet apartment at about seven the next morning. He sniffed, and then cringed when all other smells were overshadowed by the scent of a cat still lingering on his clothes. Still, he picked out all four of his roommates, though Bosy and Wimer’s were a bit mixed together.Curious, he walked down the hall. They were in Bosy’s room, both sleeping. He smelled fading adrenaline and … blood? No, not blood. It was sweeter than blood, but he couldn’t place it.He showered and washed twice. Athena was an amazing girl, but he really, really didn’t like smelling like a cat. After sliding on sweatpants, he went to the kitchen and started coffee. The faerie, looking amazing as always, came in only moments later.The werewolf looked good in the morning, Alta decided. He took care of his body anyway. Alta admired the muscles down his back and then on his side when he turned. Francel’s muscles might have been better than his.Nope. Nothing a werewolf had could ever be bet

Bosy returned. “First, I want to play this for you guys so you know what it sounds like all the way through, though I’ll skip the rapping for now.”Ciel Karhillaz sat in his chair. Wimer Aslix sat in the other. Francel and Alta sat on the couch, once again with Alta’s feet up in Francel’s lap.Bosy played the song through, and then did it again, this time singing the words he’d written. Over the next few hours, the five of them practiced, changed words, and orders of singing, until Ciel Karhillaz broke off during his solo to yawn.It was one am.“Shit,” Francel said. “We should have been in bed hours ago.”“It’s alright, hyung,” Ciel Karhillaz said. “I like to sing, and we sound good.”They all exchanged glances and they all thought the same thing. Ciel Karhillaz was right. They sounded good. Silence fell and it was the first time not one of them felt animosity, irritation or disdain.“Well,” Francel said. He moved Alta’s legs and stood up. “Let’s get to bed. We need to get to the stu

“What about Wimer Aslix?” But she smiled.Francel Gumaka smirked. “I have a feeling he’ll be preoccupied elsewhere.”He took her hand, and they walked along the streets. Francel Gumaka sighed. Three years ago he couldn’t have done this. Too many people knew who he was and loved the Werewolves. He wondered if this group would have that kind of popularity.About a block from his building, a wind blew from behind them, gusting their hair and jackets. Francel Gumaka stopped walking. His lip curled and he snarled as he looked around.“What is it?”“Vampire,” he whispered. He couldn’t place the smell now that the wind was in front of them. He sped up, Athena easily keeping pace.He didn’t breathe easy until they were in his apartment. Alta looked up from the couch and made a face at him. A human girl was wrapped around him. A different one from the Kelly he’d met before.Before he could ask who it was, Alta jumped off the couch and said, “Puppy, your sense of smell is good.” Alta flung his

Alta Presion stared, mentally traced the curve of abs with his tongue and the top of those sweats with his fingers. God, that body was utter perfection.Alta snorted.“What?” Francel said.“Just wondering why the powers that be wasted such a great body on a werewolf,” Alta said, and cursed the tiny note of longing in his voice.Francel raised an eyebrow. Again.“Stop looking at me like that.”“Like what?” Francel demanded.“Like I’m … like I’m … ” Crazy, his mind finished for him, but he said, “Whatever. Just stop.”“Sorry sorry, but who are you, and what have you done with Alta Presion? The Alta I know does not care about how a werewolf likes his coffee and the Alta I know would not toss, not one but two compliments at a werewolf about his body. Even if they’re underhanded compliments, they’re still compliments.”Alta didn’t reply. What was he supposed to say? Well, Francel, I’m falling in love with you?Alta’s breath caught. Fuck. And he knew that was true. He screamed in his head,