A vampire?
The tip of Lynsandra's nose twitched as she stared at that pair of red orbs that looked as though they were dipped in blood. His skin was unnaturally pale, like he was already dead.
All her life, she had only met one vampire in the Royal Pack. She remembered that encounter because of the unforgettable tension when a vampire made an audience with the Alpha King.
Neither Lynsandra nor Severin spoke for a moment until her eyes fell on the abnormally fat pig hiding behind his feet. A light chuckle escaped her as she lifted her gaze.
"Is that your pet?" she asked, and he didn't answer. "That's cruel. Fattening it up before eating it."
Ickk!
The pig shuddered, making her chuckle. At this point, it felt like the pig could understand her words. But then again, as a werewolf, the other kind could sense the gap in their hierarchy.
