Claim The She-Wolf

Michael's point of view:

The same familiar scent crossed my nose, alarming my senses that she was close.

How can I not recognize such a delicious scent even when she wasn't yet in my view? There must be something about that she-wolf. The thing is that I care less about what is special about her.

Yet, I believe I need a new blood slave. Kathrine isn't as special as I thought, and the taste of her blood isn't as tasty as it was the first time my fangs kissed the veins on her neck. Again, what to expect from a human?!

Humans were much funnier before my father and his coven came up with their stupid rules.

It was claimed that those rules were made to protect our kind, but it did nothing more than to make a strong species like us – vampires, hide out from weakening like humans.

Eliza, who was standing by my side, seemed to have a close idea about what was on my mind as if she was reading my thoughts.

"No killing brother… Those are the rules!"

"Not all the rules are to be followed… Some are just made to be broken…" I started, but she cut me off.

"Not this time, we're here for what's bigger, put that in mind!"

Even when we were twins, Eliza and I never settled on one thought. We're like the moon and the sun, can't live without each other, and can't stand each other.

I hated her most when she spoke with my father's tone; she sounds hell annoying – just like him.

"Besides, those rules are set to protect our own…"

"From what?" I cut her off huffing and puffing since I was done with no sense my head was filled by all these years. "Humans? We feed on humans… They shall fear us, not the opposite!"

"I do agree brother," she sighed, and I was feeling a 'but' coming soon. "… but think about it, without rules, how shall we guarantee that humans – our first food resource wouldn't extinct, and if it happened – shall we feed on each other? That's the future you're wishing for your people as the upcoming King. Also, have you forgotten about hunters? Dead bodies draw them to clean the mess, and by cleaning the mess, I got to remind you that hunting is their way to clean the mess created by creatures of the nights. Shall I also point at the fact that those hunters are kindly hard till impossible to get killed? Also, feeding in our own way is easier than you changing your blood slaves." She finished her speech while rolling her eyes.

As much as I want to disagree, she was right, but only about hunters. Anyway, until I find the moonstone that was stolen by those disgusting wet dogs, I need to wait.

Years ago, our precious moonstone disappeared from the vampires' palace in a vague way, leaving nothing behind but a disgusting scent of some wet dogs - werewolves.

After investigating, and with the help of a witch – the greatest Keya of course, we end up discovering that our stone is hidden inside the 'Bloody Moon pack'.

The thing is that we spent over twenty years fetching each and every spot on that damn pack, yet, we ended up finding nothing.

Now we're done playing nice, we have a serious plan to apply for now. If the alpha doesn't hand us what belongs to us, we'll be taking his precious one – his little daughter.

I've spent years watching her and waiting for the time to come. Still, I need to wait a few days.

I made my mind up, then decided to go out to keep an eye over my little wolf.

I masked my scent using some scentiom, a very rare plant that only a witch knows how to plant. Of course, its name explained it. This exact plant masks the scent of anyone who used it, and makes it even impossible to feel its presence.

I made my way out from Kathrine's house, it is where we're all staying while being in New Orleans. One fact to state, since she became my slave, all of her belongings became mine.

My instincts led the way toward my next sleeping beauty. She was standing in the middle of the woods alone, looking at the sky.

I'd toss a golden coin just to know what's on her mind.

The scent of another wolf was all filling the space, I bet it's not anyone but her mate. That guy has something off on him, like if he's planning for something odd.

He and the pack Luna kept on visiting the head witch in the French Quarter, which seemed way too off.

Anyway, I have no interest in digging into their life. All that matters is to have my next beauty suitable for me.

I do really wonder if her blood is as tasty as her scent. I'm deeply wondering how I would deal with her, or what I should do to her.

I mean, shall I turn her after that I claim her. She's already a wolf, is it even possible?

I'll try, who knows what can happen?

The thing is that she's a very important part of our plan. She's the main key to restoring our rights, our source of power - the moonstone.

Lost in her sight I was when I scented another scent crossing my nose. No way it's what I'm thinking about - Eliza.

She wasn't alone; she brought some of the men with her. Not what I'm thinking about… How about her earlier speech about following the rules?

Based on her speed, they're going to be circling the girl in a matter of a few seconds.

Indeed, that's what happened!

As for the she-wolf, the moment she sent their presence, she didn't cower nor try to escape even knowing that they were many, and she was alone.

A true alpha blood - what am I talking about?

Anyway, part of me wanted to watch from afar. Still, I won't let my sister celebrate the victory on her own.

In no time, I left the spot I was hiding in and made my entrance along with my sister.