CHAPTER 15

Ashford stopped drinking from the blood bag. “You can't classify her as a little pup.”

Frowning, Bartram stared at him. “A werewolf child is called a pup. No matter what she is, as long as she is a werewolf's child, She is a pup.”

His gaze falling, Ashford suppressed all the urge to argue.

“Even if they don't accept me, I have to make them like me. I don't care about that; I know my mother tried to unite them but failed. I am not her, and I am not going to fail. Getting the vampires to accept me, not minding my werewolf blood, would be one step to take.”

Both men nodded their heads in agreement.

"Why are you at it? Remember that you also have to get to the good side of the werewolf too. The vampires have no idea that your existence is a threat.”

“I do.” Ashford corrected. “I just don't care about it; anyone who comes after her has to go through me.” He had spent the last month improving himself and becoming stronger.

“That is only your point of view; your mother was the enemy of my lo