The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Jane

“So, what does that mean exactly? If I prick my finger in front of you, are you going to go all Dracula on me?” I squeak, my mìnd absolutely reeling with this revelation.

“Of course not.” Devon laughs, “I wouldn’t have ever rejoined shifter society if I couldn’t control myself, Jane.”

“It must be difficult though, if you see or smell blood?” I guess.

“No harder than it is for you to see a nice meal laid out in front of you. As long as I’m not starved to the point of insanity, I can easily keep that part of me in check.” He explains

“Well what about food? I mean I’ve seen you eat regular meals.” I’m leaning towards him now, so intrigued by this news that I can’t bring myself to be frightened or upset – not yet anyway.

“I can eat regular food.” He shares, the corners of his mouth tugging into a frown as he watches my avid expression. “I just also have to drink blood a few times a week.”

Now a healthy dose of fear does trickle through my senses. I’m trying to resist the urge to flinch away from him. I’m trying to be kind and understanding, I don’t want to make him feel like a monster just because he experienced something bad. It’s not his fault, it’s not his fault, it’s not his fault. I chant in my mind. He’s still Devon. “Does that mean.. do you have to hunt people?” I whisper.

Devon shakes his head, never breaking eye contact – it’s almost as if he thinks I might run if he drops his gaze from my own. “No, I get it from a blood bank. And if things get really bad I can always hunt animals, but I don’t have to kill them in order to sustain myself – I only have to take a little.”

“Oh.”I state, struggling to process this, “what about other powers? How are you able to be out during daylight?”

“Janey, not everything you read in the horror novels is true. Devon teases. “I’m still alive – not undead. The sun doesn’t hurt me, neither does garlic or holy water. Just like silver bullets don’t hurt wolves at least, not any more than regular bullets.”

“So no fun vampire abilities?” I press, smiling now, “you can’t turn invisible or hypnotize unsuspecting v!rgins?”

“I didn’tsay there were no advantages, just that they aren’t the ones you might assume.” Devon explains, “I can run even faster in human form than my wolf can when I shift, I don’t need to sleep anymore, and I’m extremely hard to kill.”

“Will you live forever?” I murmur, my mind already leaping to thoughts of how sad this would be for him – to outlive everyone he loves and cares about.

bedroom, and I feel my heart swell with sympathy. That also means that if he were ever to have children of

affectionate gesture. However after a moment he relaxes, and

to fight. I had to do a lot of things I’m not proud of. And then it took

truth from my last pack, and I have no intention of coming

up at him and desperately wanting to take the horrible grimace off his handsome face. “Any parades or flags you

at me with a warm smile and wide eyes. “You’re really

life Devon, and none of them slept in coffins. I don’t think being a shifter or a vampire or.. or a troll decides a person’s character. That has to come

you can be so sweet, and such a brat

speak, I look towards their bedroom door, praying they haven’t been eavesdropping on this conversation. As loving and open minded as my babies are, I don’t trust them to be so accepting of a vampire in the house –

I should have

so if the opportunity arises, they’re bound to jump

3rd PerSon

Ryder and Paisley were huddled behind their bedroom door, their ears glued to the wood as they eagerly listened in on their mother’s conversation with Devon. Of course, their excitement faded more and more with every word the grown ups

finally concluded and Jane set a date to go out with the Beta, the pups finally backed away from the doorway. They looked around at one another with stunned expressions, their small mouths hanging open and their eyes wide with shock. “A vampire?” Parker whispered in

her little hands. “She just sees her

Everyone knows that.” Ryder added,

he is, sooner or later he’ll turn on her – just like

“If he does turn on her, she might not survive. What if he sucks out all her bloods? Or

in outrage, “if she tries to make us move with

Mommy goes to live in a coffin, we all goes, for

approaching, and Parker, Ryder and Riley backed away from the door so she wouldn’t know they’d

pups gratefully accepted the phone, and then Paisley’s familiar voice was floating out of the receiver. “You guys, thank goodness, we has an

a ‘mergency?” Ryder sighed. “Mommy’s