TITLE: Blood Dreams
GENRE: Paranormal romance/urban fantasy
December - Tampa
"Not the face, you stupid shifter-s***! I've got a wedding to get to," Chris snarled as she stopped a clawed hand from ripping across her cheek. Dee would kill her if she showed up with a black eye, bright red gashes, or any other sign of a recent fight. She was standing in as the 'mother of the bride' after all.
She retaliated against the strike with a swift kick aimed for the half-shifted werewolf's knee. It might drop him and get at least one of the creatures off her.
A second werewolf raked claws down her back and she shrieked before tumbling to the side to see both men. Were-creatures in their half animal/half-human forms were hideous. Drool dripped from Stooge Two's curled-back lips as he glided to her left. "Don't think you're gonna make it, vamp b****."
Two more slunk out of the shadows of trees that lined the clearing and she refused to consider the possibility of failure. S***, the bride and groom both would want her hide if she missed their wedding. Granted, their irritation wouldn't matter if she died.
Retreat wasn't an option. If she shifted forms, the creatures would know instantly what she was. It didn't matter what form she chose anyway, the oozing gashes to her thighs and back from the fight thus far would slow her down. If anyone in authority found out what she was, a death sentence would be handed down. Being a mage-vampire sucked dehydrated blood.