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    “Wolf, what are you doing here?”
    “I brought Sally home last night; she called me for a ride. Anything else that may have happened is between us.”
    “Listen to me, Wolf, and listen good: Sally is like a mother to me. If you do anything to hurt her, I will make you regret it in many painful ways.” Javon smiled, not bothering to hide his very lethal looking fangs.
    “Vampire, it would not be smart to underestimate me. And you should know I care for Sally very much. I would never hurt her.” Connor pushed his way past Javon and left the house.

    S ally listened until she was sure Connor left before she ventured out of the bathroom. She quietly stepped out to find Javon not looking too happy. She did her best to paste on a smile and act natural.
    “Javon, so nice to see you this evening.”
    “Sally, I know,” Javon said
    “I don’t know what you talking about.” Sally walked past him toward the door; he stepped around her blocking her path.
    “Sally, please tell me what happened with the wolf.” Javon scowled.
    “His name is Connor. Why are you acting this way? I thought you liked him.”
    “I did until you started dating him.”
    “We’re not dating, exactly. Well, honestly, I don’t know what we are,” she said, sounding exasperated. “We have been spending time together. Then last night I had a blood cocktail, you know, the kind that makes you drunk.”
    Javon put his arm around Sally reassuringly. “Let’s go sit down; you can tell me everything.”
    “Okay,” she croaked out, trying her best not to burst into tears.
    Javon and Sally sat down on the couch in the upstairs sitting room. It also served as a mini library, holding all of Sally’s recent romance books. It was a small cozy room with oversized furniture and no TV. He walked over to a mini fridge in the corner by the window overlooking the front yard. He pulled out two bottles of blood.
    “Warm or cold?”
    “Warm please,” she replied.
    Javon placed both in the microwave and two minutes later, the bottles were warm and ready. He sat next to her and they both took a sip. Sally relaxed a little; she knew talking to someone would be best. She needed to figure out her feelings and there was nobody better than her fledgling.
    “Start from the beginning and tell me everything.”
    Sally took a deep breath, looked at her bottle, and took another long sip. “After Abby got rescued, I started seeing Connor as a friend. We would go to dinner sometimes; a movie, stuff like that. I don’t have many really good friends so I was happy to have a new friend. Well, he asked to be more than friends; he wanted to date. I said no. Vampires and werewolves don’t mate—it’s not done.”
    “Sally,” Javon interrupted. “That’s not exactly true, it has happened in the past.”
    That was a complete shock to Sally. She had never heard of any Vampire-werewolf mating. “When... how?” she demanded to know.
    “Last one I heard about was about eighty years ago in New Orleans. A female werewolf and a Vampire mated in an official Vampire ceremony. Of course, the female’s pack was upset; they hate to lose breeding stock. They have six kids last I heard. All six are hybrid Vampires who can transform to wolves. The official term is Lycan-Vamps.”
    “Why have I heard nothing about this?”
    “The Council doesn’t want it to be a commonly known fact that we can successfully find an Eternal Mate with the Werewolves and other Lycan species.” 
    Sally was beyond stunned and almost speechless at everything Javon was telling her. There was no way there were actually half breeds out there. The Vampire Council couldn’t allow such a thing, she thought to herself.
    “Then what happened, Sally? How did Connor end up in your bed?” he asked patiently.
    “I never said he was in my bed,” she said defensively.
    Javon’s eyebrow went up in an ‘I know what you did’ look. “Come on, tell me the truth.”
    “I called him from