Darcy Branwyn

Nick felt the air drain from his lungs. She was a wolf. A wolf. She was a— “No.”

Tangled Moon:

…“That thing that attacked me, it wasn’t a man.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“What was it?”

“More than you ever dreamed of.”

“Tell me what attacked me, Danielle.”

“A vampire.”

He laughed, then sobered at the serious look on her face. “You’re not kidding.”

“You felt its bite.”

Nick touched the bandage on his neck. “Yeah.”

“You felt its venom. It made you stop caring whether you lived or died.” 

“It let go of me.”

“Yes. You taste bad. You taste like me.”

“You did something when you bit me.”

“I left my venom in your system. It makes you taste bad to them.”

“Vampires won’t drink my blood?”

“That’s right. It would be like drinking sour milk. They are, however, incredibly strong.”

He glanced at his arm, recalling how easily it had snapped. “I noticed.”

“He would’ve killed you if I hadn’t stopped him in time.”

If she hadn’t stopped him.

If she hadn’t.

Nick felt the air drain from his lungs. She was a wolf. A wolf. She was a— “No.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not possible.”

“And vampires are?”

“You’re a werewolf?”

“Yes.” Danielle stood quickly, as if she thought it was time to put some distance between them.

“My girlfriend’s a werewolf.” He laughed and pushed himself up, gritting through the pain. “I’m hallucinating.”…

Repeat after me: I (state name) am so addicted to Darcy that I will sell my firstborn, all of my blood, and my soul to support her blog…