Willy carried Maria back toward the Voodoo Queen's tomb. He saw all three there, standing. Maria lifted her head as she limped past the tombstones.

“I came off a little worse for wear,” she muttered. Her hair was matted with mud and a large gash ran the length of her shin.

“Was that a vlad?” Dustin asked, concerned.

“Nah! I slipped on a fucking mausoleum roof and gouged my leg on a steel spike, thank God.”

Willy cast his gaze to Kelita. He pointed in surprise. Who’s that?”

Kelvin smiled. “Meet the savior of the day, or the night, she’s my twin sister and the real hybrid. She wiped out four vlads in the blink of an eye.”

“Shit, you must be some handful,” Willy replied. Maria dug her elbow into his ribs. He grunted a little.

“What now?” We know the vlads have high-tailed it outta here, so we need to check on the guardians. Luckily, they told us where to look for your shaman,” Dustin explained to Gabriel. “Where’s Megan, anyway?”

“Oh, crap! I left her at the gate.” Gabriel turned and headed toward the cemetery gate.

Dustin pushed against the marble slab with his shoulder. The sound of stone grinding on stone filled the night air. The inside of the tomb was awash with flickering shadows as the old light bulb swung back and forward.

“That’s not right,” he said as he pushed the slab a little further. “LeBron!” he yelled into the doorway. The bulb slowed, and they saw that the musty white walls were crimson-colored. LeBron was laid across the top of the Voodoo Queen's tomb. His arms were outstretched and his eyes were wide open.

“He protected her to his last breath, from the look of it,” Dustin said. The two other guardians were slumped on the floor. Megan had made sure none of them would turn into vlads. Dead as doorposts, they were.

“What’re we gonna do with them?” Kelvin asked.

Dustin stepped back from the doorway. Across the top, he saw a stream of flaming torches cutting into the dark. Six, was what he guessed were guardians, and they now walked up the pathway. Their dark skin was painted with white skeletal features.

“We were going to…” A hand raised, and Dustin stopped talking. He stepped back in line.

“We know, you don’t ‘ave to worry about a t’ing. You ‘ave your information, make the best use o’ it. You did good for da queen and for LeBron.”

Dustin looked puzzled. They’re dead. He made a point of explaining that mere simple fact.

“LeBron has died doing what he was brought into dis world to do. He done it wit’ pride, power, and commitment. Whoever did this, might just ‘ave da same information from you, and from da look of da blood spilled here tonight, they won’t stop until dey get what dey want.”

Dustin held his hand, giving it to the guardian. “I want to thank you and give our condolences to all the guardians who’ve lost a great man.”

The guardian grabbed hold of Dustin's hand and shook it. Dustin felt something push into the palm of his hand.

“Before he died, LeBron message me that you was to have da key to da shaman. These t’ings o’ da night, dey might have da location, but dey don’t possess da key.” Dustin nodded and slid his hand into his pocket without looking. He turned his head as Gabriel walked back with Megan.

“Jesus! What happened here?” she asked, fully aware of what had happened. It was her body that had slinked through the shadows and found out the shaman’s location. Now all she needed to do was to let Sanders know.

With all the excitement of the guardians arriving, Kelita slid back in the shadows. She knew most of them, but Megan she’d never seen, and making herself a public appearance wasn’t something a hybrid did very often. That’s why she had remained safe all her life.

Kelvin looked around. He noticed his twin had gone. He didn’t know she still watched over them. She crouched in the shadow of a large marble cross. Her blood-stained fingers smeared the wet stone as she slid back into the darkness.

“What now?” Gabriel asked.

“We head back to the motel,” Willy said. He scooped Maria up into his arms and followed the pack to the front gate. Maria wrapped her arm around his neck.

“Are you warming to me now?” Willy asked Maria.

“Don’t be a dick, Willy, what woman would be taken with you?”

“You are, you’re getting the hots for me. All the women say I’m a dick before they fall for my womanly charms.”

Maria chuckled. “You make it sound like you’ve been called a dick by a lot of women.”

“More than you want to hear about. Let’s just leave it at that.”

“You’re okay. Hank would be proud. Hell, I think we’re all proud of you stepping up to help us.”

“What bear ever turned down a fight? You never see a bear quit, do you?”

“I have to be honest, I’ve never seen a bear quit. There’s also the fact that they don’t fight in packs, like wolves do.”

“I’m a one woman bear. That’s how reclusive I am.”

“You were just saying you’d had a ton of women.”

Willy shifted Maria’s weight in his arms. He leaned closer to her ear. “I might’ve had a lot, but each one separately. I’m not gonna share this body. Every woman can attest to having my full attention.”

“Bullshit. Dustin bailed you out with the butterfly gal.”

Willy blushed a little. The conversation was heading in a direction he wasn’t sure he wanted it to go. “That was a one-off, and there were reasons for it.”

“Yeah, I know. You popped a Viagra, and you were stuck as your bear.” Willy tutted a few times and hinted (with begging mannerisms) for Maria to keep that quiet.

They reached the motel. Dustin led the way back past the pool and into the back door. Willy dropped Maria to the ground, very gently, and bolted the large gate. He scooped her into his arms and began walking toward the pergola.

“Hey Willy! You wanna show me your hibernation room?”

“Eh, uh, what?” he replied.

“Your cabin in the woods. How about it?”

Willy blushed. Maria could feel and smell the blood rising to the surface under his skin. She’d caught him off guard, and he was outside of his comfort zone. A bit of a playboy, yes, but someone as hot as Maria egging him on to get down and jiggy with it wasn’t a thing he was used to.

“What about your leg?” he remarked.

“Willy! Are you making excuses?”

“No. It’s… well, you know.”

“No Willy, I don’t know. And my leg’s fine. It healed about thirty minutes ago,” Maria explained. “It’s a one-shot offer, you’ll have to take me up on it or miss your chance, forever.”

“Why? Is this because I was helping you fight the vlads?”

“Nah! It’s because I’m as horny as hell after a fight. And I want to rub your belly.”

Willy grinned and took hold of Maria’s fingertips. He led her from the path and toward his small shack, deep in the garden. He paused as he opened the door and flicked on the light.

“You just gotta love these wolves.”

Dustin looked over his shoulder before closing the door. He saw Maria and Willy vanish into the woods. Although he felt a bit of a father figure to Maria, he knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself. Aside from that, Willy was a bit of a joker and a wannabe womanizer. However, Dustin knew deep down that he was an okay kind of a guy. His Viagra problem was quickly remedied, and although he dragged his feet, he was more than grateful to have such a stunning woman pay that much attention to him.

Kelvin was behind the bar and pouring a couple of drinks. It seemed that Megan also had other things on her mind. For one, she was still buzzing from her three-course feed and was a tad horny. Second of all, she needed to find a way to text Sanders with the information she’d gotten from LeBron, because he’d given his last breath trying to hold it back.

The room door slammed and shook on its hinges as she grabbed Gabriel and pushed him hard against the wall. She tugged at his jacket then ripped the shirt from his body. His bare chest found a willing partner in her lips as she kissed his pecs and flicked her tongue over his manly nipple. Megan looked up. She held the golden (vlad) glow back, in her wanting eyes. Instead, they showed her light pink hue. Gabriel sensed he was in for one hell of a ride (no pun intended).

Megan pulled his belt and fumbled with the buckle. She teased the zipper to the bottom as Gabriel flicked off his boots. Her hand slid inside his pants and started to caress his manhood. Her hand cupped his balls and she gently massaged. She felt his arousal as the heat began to fill him. She slid her hand from inside his jeans and stepped back. Her jacket flew across the motel room. Megan fed three times and was rampant.

Her nipples hard, she pushed her body against Gabriel’s. Her swelled breasts pushed through her wet t-shirt, and right up against his body. He slipped his thumbs inside the waist of his jeans and coaxed them over his hips. Megan stroked Gabriel's cheek as she pushed her lips hard against his. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Their tongues twisted and curled as Gabriel lifted the bottom of her shirt. Megan raised her arms, and as he removed her top, she cupped her bare breasts and started fumbling with her nipples. She clamped her teeth on her bottom lip and stepped backward toward the couch. Gabriel stepped from his jeans that found themselves on the floor and then he proceeded to slide his shorts to the floor, as well.

Megan ran her eyes over his statuesque body. Still human, but muscled and defined in all the right places. His hand cupped his shaft as he approached her. She popped the button on her black jeans and wriggled herself free. The wet silk of her panties clung to her hot depths. Gabriel felt his arousal grow as he saw the outline of her lips. Megan pulled at the dainty bow at the side of her panties, and they dropped to the floor. The backs of her calves hit the couch, and she sat with her legs widened. Gabriel stood before her. She looked into his eyes and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly stroked him. She pulled him closer and brushed her hair over her shoulder as her mouth opened and she slid the head of his cock inside her plump lips.

“Oh God!”

Sensations flooded through his loins as Megan’s hand drew back. The taut skin on the head of his shaft was teased, tantalized, and pushed to distraction. Gabriel tensed his stomach. Megan pushed hard against his abs as he placed his hand on the back of her head. With a swift thrust, her mouth sheathed the full length of his cock in one go. She sucked hard and pulled back slowly. Again, her head bobbed with the pressure from his hand. Gabriel rocked his hips as Megan pushed her hand between her legs and pleasured herself. She slid two fingers, hard, into her most needy place. Her head bobbed frantically. She felt Gabriel's blood pumping through his veins. Her tongue swirled around the length of his steely erection. His head tilted back and his eyes closed. His tempo increased as Megan matched his sexual fervor with her fingers. The palm of her hand slapped against the juncture of her thighs. A whirlwind of spectacular need now filled her belly.

Megan’s head bobbed faster and faster. She had no intention of settling for just one orgasm. Tonight, she was in the mood for two as a minimum, or even three.

Gabriel felt the tightness of Megan’s lips around his shaft. She caressed the full length of his shaft with the tip of her tongue. He knew from her actions this wouldn’t end in sex. She’d make sure they both came together, more than once. Her head pulled back. She looked deep into his eyes.

“I want to watch you come for me,” she muttered. Megan pushed herself back against the rear of the couch. She widened her legs. She played with herself as she watched Gabriel stroke the full length of his shaft.

“Gab, think of someone else while you stroke yourself.”

“Are you doing the same?” he asked.

“God yes! Keep it secret, though.”

Gabriel tried to think of a woman he could think of. Tanya was out of the question, and Noelle was Declan's. Who the hell?

“Are you doing it Gab, are you thinking of another?”

“Oh yeah, baby. She’s really good.”

Liar

Gabriel went through the motions. The only one who he could try to think of was Maria. He knew how hot she was under that rough and ready look she had. A body to die for, although he didn’t feel like coming thinking of Maria.

Gabriel pictured Kelvin's sister in the cemetery. Her nubile body had been cartwheeling over the top of the mausoleums as she’d killed the vlads. She looked hot as hell. Hybrid blood and all. She learned the ability to control her inner wolf and remain in human form. Her strength was as strong as anyone he’d ever fought with (apart from Declan, he was unreal).

Gabriel pictured Kelita in a PVC all-in-one catsuit. A long silver (not real silver) zipper. He took it in his teeth and lowered himself to his knees. She slipped it from her arms and bared her olive-skinned breasts. Her black hair was cascading over her shoulders as he stood. He took her breast in his hand and locked his lips against her sensuous skin. His tongue teasing her and making her pant with anticipation.

He looked at Megan. She glared at him because he was lost in his own little world.

“Who were you thinking of?” she asked.

“Um… you said not to tell, and that’s what I’m going to do. Not tell.”

“Suit yourself. Are you ready to come yet?” Megan replied, a little pissed he’d thought of someone who wasn’t an obvious choice.

“In a moment. I’m really enjoying this.”

His mind went back. Kelita knelt over him. He laid on the floor. Her slender fingers steadied his cock as she lowered her hips. She perfectly lowered herself onto the tip of his throbbing cock.

“Oh shit. I’m coming, fuck… not yet.” Gabriel's body jerked. He released himself in a glorious shower of manliness, all over Megan.

“Wow, that was something,” she said. “Who the hell were you thinking of?”

“As if I’m going to tell you that.”

“What monster cometh to feast at night when the devil doth show his face?”