Sure, Devon’s had a few fantasies. What woman hasn’t? The Drake triplets are handsome, hot, and powerful. Fangs and fur, what’s not to like? But she’s not so sure she’s ready for a “forever” commitment. Devon’s Fae, and Fae mate for life. But so do vampire/shifters, apparently. And the guys have decided no other woman but Devon will do. (a 2985 word short story)
Devon Meadows held perfectly still in the dark corner of the empty bedroom, willing herself invisible. It had long been rumored in her family that the women of her bloodline could do amazing things during times of crises. Either she’d been adopted, or this wasn’t enough of a crisis to merit panic magic.
She didn’t fade into the woodwork as she’d hoped. Her next best choice would be to escape the second floor and hide somewhere else until daybreak, when the moon disappeared. The mansion had enough rooms to conceivably hide herself, except that her scent carried to the maniacs after her. The darkness didn’t help any, because her pursuers could see just as well at night as they did during the day. The genes of vampire and wolf shifter had blended together to create a most powerful predator. Or predators–considering the dangerous brothers hunting her.