The past two weeks were blissful for Kate and Ethan, they spent most of their time in each other's arms or watching vampire movies.
"Do you do that too?" he asked as they watched a vampire movie, stifling a chuckle and she elbowed him in the gut. He grunted.
"Why are they sparkling like that though," Kate murmured in wonder. She couldn't watch anymore so she stood up, deciding to stretch her legs for a while and it has been long since she went out to hunt.
"I'm going to hunt," she sighed, wearing a coat. Ethan stood up and pulled her towards him.
"I thought you preferred my blood," he purred in her ear, making a shiver run down her back. He left kisses on her neck and purred but she managed to push him away.
"I want to stretch," she said. He smiled at her and nodded, watching her leave the cottage.
Ethan was feeling terrible for not telling Kate who he truly was but his wolf told him that vampires and werewolves repel each other. Ethan's heart hurt at the thought of losing Kate so he was determined to keep this secret from her.
He decided to make a candlelight dinner for them while she was away.
Two hours later, he was almost done with everything when he heard the chatter of people in the distance, he ran upstairs to check on the security footage but he didn't see anything. However, he could hear the voices of people.
He stopped, maybe it was porches or something.
'Should I go after Kate?' he asked his wolf.
'Yes, what if they see her,' he was prepared to go out when Kate appeared in the distance, worried.
"Kate, are you alright, my love," he ran to hug her. She nodded. He cupped her face,
"I saw some men heading this way, Ethan, what should we do?" she looked stressed, it was unlike her.
"We should leave now," he said, the voices were getting closer. He went back inside in a hurry to get his phone to call James, but he wasn't picking up. He went out to meet Kate and as they went to the car, a dozen men surrounded them. He froze and pushed Kate behind him.
Ethan assessed them, they were all carrying weapons and were wearing masks, and had tribal tattoos on their upper torsos.
"Hello, monsters," they gasped at the man that appeared before them, Detective Bradley. He was alive and well, with a smug expression on his lips.
"You - you died," Ethan said.
"Well, I'm a hunter like my father, and being killed by a werewolf only activated my gift," he said.
"Werewolf?" Kate asked, retreating from Ethan and he shook his head, he didn't like how cold he felt.
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