Visitors

Emma rushed in the door and drank blood straight from the fridge. Cold. She needed it and it didn't matter right now. She sat at her desk and wrote the report for Byron.

How she began to work with a werewolf wasn't a mystery. They had known Byron for a long time. He was family, like an uncle. He watched out for them and covered for her when she needed it.

Emma worked with a lot of his wolves on the police force. They were good men and women. She trusted them and had no idea how that happened. Byron was very likable. She didn't mind these assignments and she got paid for them. Every little bit helped. The werewolves were her family.

Trevor walked in and stared. "What are you doing there?" She never freely wrote the report without being nagged. Emma was working at the desk and he was confused.

"Writing the report. This group of vampires wants me and those hunters will also. I have to sort this out. York is looking for me to ask questions. Kill me most likely. The hunters, the same. Kill me. I am not ruling out the possibility that they are working together." Emma sighed. This was all her fault.

"I told you not to let him get away!" Trevor teased.

"That was a stupid mistake I made a couple days ago, a week? And it is biting me in the ass." Emma regretted it.

"Told you so." Trevor smiled.

Emma growled. "I know."

"Byron will want to know about everything. Did you talk to him about the hunters and the flowers?" Trevor knew the answer.

"No." Emma hated this. "Well, I did talk to him about the hunters but the flowers are not important, Trevor."

Trevor laughed. "He is going to kill you! I want a front row seat to that! Flirting with a hunter. Really Emma."

"I wasn't flirting! You're old!" Emma's only defense.

Trevor glared. "Watch it! I'm not that old!" Emma laughed.

He was her younger brother but it's been ten years and he was ten years older. Emma wasn't.

Trevor walked behind Emma and started reading her report. "You know I hate that." She didn't look.

"Oh, I know." He smiled. "What? They smashed the car!" He tore through the house to look at the car. He had to survey the damage.