Page 35 of Wolf Blood

"I think she heard about Rhone's possessive freak-out last night and is worried. They don't like each other," Nolan reminded me.

Everyone in the tower knew that.

Sutton had stuck around after we found out that my mom and the city’s most powerful vampires were behind the murders. I was pretty sure she had missed pack life more than she realized.

She had also taken Riley, the other newly turned vampire, under her wing.

Her and Bloom had become fairly good friends, too, which was good for Bloom. She needed that.

I could feel my gnawing insanity returning, the bloodlust growing harder to ignore. I should've fed from Rhone when he offered.

Smaller, more frequent meals were the best way to keep a turned vampire's hunger under control. Nolan was almost constantly healing from one of Oren's bites, and didn't seem to mind at all.

"She's coming over, isn't she?" I asked.

I heard the observation room's door close, and Sutton was leaning up against the wall nearby a few moments later, studying me.

Her jean shorts didn't have a single wrinkle on them, revealing her strong legs and smooth, dark brown skin. The long-sleeve tee she had on was a shade darker than her burgundy curls, and made her green eyes pop.

"I know I look like death," I told her. "Bloom has assured me that I’d look worse with black hair."

"The pink is... interesting," she said.

I decided that was my new goal.

Be interesting.

It wasn't measurable, but it felt achievable.

"It distracts from the look of illness, right?"I asked.

Her lips twitched.

She made a shooing motion with her hand, and Nolan scooted over until I was sandwiched between him and Orenreallytightly. Oren had to turn sideways. Sutton did too. No one was comfortable.

"You're too big," I complained to Nolan.

"Oren's never had a problem with that." He flashed his mate a heated grin over my body, and Oren's responding smile showed too much fang to be appropriate for our current positions.

Sutton sighed.

I did too. "Just make out already. It's probably been fifteen whole minutes since you fucked."

"Thirty," Nolan corrected.

"Can someone kill Rhone yet?" Sutton asked me. "I heard he strangled Ryker."

"Nah. Ryker only had a couple of black eyes. And Rhone helped me cut my hair today, so I don't think I can support a murder plot for at least a few more hours."

"He only helped you cut your hair so no one else would touch you," she said.

I made a noncommittal noise."Hard to say that was his only motivation, but probably."

Sutton shook her head.

"Why do you guys hate each other?"

She didn't answer immediately.