Unknown POV
So here she was, in the house of a vamp. Never thought that would happen. She was really starting to wonder about her sanity at this point, chasing a childhood best friend who everyone else thought was dead. Then again, they didn't know about supernatural creatures either.
She hunted them for the organization. It paid well and with her conviction that Sabrina had disappeared because of some creature, she was more than happy to rip into a few. That is, until some asshat alpha was found with pictures of what looked like her long lost friend. It was like pulling teeth to get him to talk, and he died soon after. Almost the whole pack had abused Sabrina and thought her weak.
She'd never been weak. That wasn't the bright spark that had uplifted her on dark days, the shy yet uproarious girl that vowed to be by her side forever, the person who alone knew all her secrets...except for one. The one that just added to the drive to find her.
She loved her. Not friend loved, not sister loved. Loved loved. It was so hard to admit, especially knowing how her family would hate her and having no idea if Sabrina would even accept her.
She had almost found her a month ago, seen her weaving through the streets. Then, the trail had gone cold, until she saw a man suddenly appear and carry her into a mansion on the nice side of the city.
A man who screamed vampire. And drew her in. While her logic focused on the dangers, she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was and how he was holding Sabrina as if she was his greatest treasure, the oddly beautiful and slightly accented voice...
What. The. Hell. Was. That. She was supposed to kill him and rescue her secret love, but instead she stared at him. She didn't even like guys did she? And she was just as attracted to Sabrina as ever too?
She bit the bullet and slipped through a window, only to fall into a pile of boxes.
Oh shit.
