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Penny's POV

I continued to stare at the window, frowning at where Luca had entered the forest. He'd been acting so strange lately. I mean part of that was being generally happy and I'm not about to knock that, but why? I walked outside, breathing in the cool evening breeze. My peripheral sense could pinpoint where the Harwood family were pitched. Elsewhere though I picked up someone else.

“Idiot,” I hissed. I raced into the forest, in the opposite direction of the Harwood. Hopefully they hadn't picked up the scent yet. He wasn't even bothering to hide his tracks either. I reached a small space between trees and paused. I couldn't sense another directions, his scent was definitely the strongest here. I felt someone behind me and reacted on instinct. Spinning and kicking out.

“Fuck,” Francis cried, colliding with a tree behind him.

“Go me,” I self-congratulated, lowering my leg.

“I could bite you for that you know,” he retorted, rubbing over his chest.

“And wouldn't that fight last all of ten seconds,” I murmured, rolling my eyes. I dropped the joking to cross my arms and fix him with an angry glare.

“Just what the hell are you doing here?” I demanded.

“I want to say to see a cute girl, but you never believe that,” he shrugged

“Francis,” I groaned. “It's danger-”

“You said my name a little differently when we first met,” he commented. I gritted my teeth, annoyed by his interruption. His smile simply grew wider as he sauntered over. I considered kicking him again but it wasn't worth the effort.

“You mean five months ago when you weren't a blood sucking monster?” I replied.

“You should really stop fixating on that,” he muttered.

“Okay, five months ago before you and your goons decided to attack me and my siblings?” I accused.

“That was Greg's idea!” Francis cried. “And half your fault.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You kept brushing me off and I was getting sick of it. You kept going on and on about how vampires and werewolves don't get on, and I was very drunk,” he voice was turning sheepish now.

“And you just thought you'd go ahead and, what, prove it?” I questioned.

“No, I just-” he cut himself off, dropping his gesturing hand. “Nevermind,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his jacket. A very small part of me felt sorry for him. He'd never asked for this, but it didn't change the fact he was a vampire now.

“It's the blue moon soon. There are already other werewolves here. You should stop coming here. If Bryan happens to be the one who catches your scent then you're so many forms of screwed,” I explained. Francis looked like a puppy who'd just been kicked by it's owner.

“Francis, I'm saying this so you don't get killed,” I said, letting out a frustrated sign.

“Right, for the treaty,” he muttered.

“Right,” I replied, hesitating for a heartbeat.

“Okay, but give me a straight answer for once,” he insisted, stepping closer. I knew what he was going to ask, something had clicked for him once he'd been told everything of our world.


“No! No well rehearsed speeches or practised avoidance. Give me a yes or a no,” he asked, his dark eyes a contrast to his now pale skin, one or two messy curls falling across them.

“Werewolves and vampires are natural enemy's Francis. When will you get that?” I practically pleaded.

“There's a treaty now. That has to change some things,” he replied, his tone almost echoing mine.

“All it does is ensure less bloodshed on both sides. It doesn't mean what you want it to,” I said, a helpless laugh escaping my lips. I needed him to stop pushing. I didn't want to remember what happens just twenty-four hours after finally meeting him. They say that if you haven't known them for long, then it's survivable, but it still hurt.

“Yes or no,” he pushed, wrapping his hands around mine. I couldn't help glancing down at them, shuddering at how cold his skin felt. His skin had been fiery hot when we'd met at the club then. I shut my eyes, steadying myself.

“Promise you'll leave me alone,” I said.

“We both know that depends on the answer,” he murmured.

“I could lie you know,” I said, gulping once.

“I guess I just have to trust you won't,” he shrugged with a short laugh. Why? Why did he have to be so like he was before? I thought the turning process made vampires lose their humanity.

“Yes,” I finally whispered. His eyes widened for a split second and then he leaned forward. I backed away, freeing my hands. “And then you died Francis.”

“You're going to let that stop destiny or fate or whatever?” he asked.

“Death destroys it Francis,” I repeated for the umpteenth time.

“So? It was there. No one else ever get a second one, so what the hell do you have to lose?” he tried to reason.

“My family, my home, the respect of every other werewolf in the world,” I yelled.

“But if you just explain-”

“No Francis. You're a vampire,” I said, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth were making crunching sounds.

“Racist,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Cute jokes aren't going to make a difference,” I sighed, pushing sweaty strands of hair from my forehead.

“No, but maybe kissing would. Which you keep avoiding,” he muttered.

“Eww, I am not kissing a vampire. Who on earth would do that?” I said, shuddering at the idea. Francis made a low growl in the back of his throat and I cocked an eyebrow. I was pretty sure I could make a louder one if I shifted. Something I was seriously considering at this point.

“Fine. I'll go,” he caved. “But once this blue moon is passed-”

“Leave me alone!” I cried. He sealed his lips, deciding not to say anything else. He turned and quickly moved through the trees. His curls dancing in the breeze. I covered my face with one hand, fighting back a choked sound. I shifted anyway, running away from his scent, running away from where the Harwood or my family would here me. When I found somewhere secluded enough I cried to the moon, pleading through the sounds, trying to understand why this was happening. Half-way through I lost the energy to stay in my wolf-form. I lay in the dirt for a few moment, hot tears streaking my cheeks. My clothes ripped strips covering my flesh. My heart throbbing raw.

“It's not fair,” I whispered, starring at the half-moon hovering in black midnight sky. Why did you give me soulmate just to have them ripped away from me in the most horrible way?

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