ODETTE'S POV:
"Aren't you a pretty thing? Why are you here all alone little vampire, you do know this is a city of shifters?" The man's words slurred from alcohol. The pig was drunk before dinner time.
"You're a big disappointment to you parent's, aren't you?" I growled at the man.
The man's face darkened. "Dirty bloodsucking bitch, how dare you talk to me like that."
"Bloodsucker, is that the only insult you dogs know?" I snapped back. Idiot, I don't even drink blood.
"What did you say girl?" The drunk man reached out and just as I was about to grab it and twist it when my senses were flooded with the smell of pine and a large hand appeared in front grabbing the man by his neck. He hung dangling in Ambrose's grasp. The man squeezed Ambrose, pleading with him with large bug eyes. The color draining from his face.
