Wampire

“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
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