Taken

Ivy’s skin prickled under the weight of a hundred stares. Everywhere she looked, eyes glinted back at her…too bright.

The crowd pressing in too close. Sweat-slick skin brushed hers. She spun, searching for Axel. But the sea of beautiful freaks swallowed him whole.

“Yo, fresh meat’s lookin’ lost,” a guy slurred nearby, his breath reeking of that neon-purple Moonlight crap. His fingers grazed her hip, nails painted black and sharpened to points. “Need a guide, darling?”

Ivy jerked away, her pulse jackhammering. “Back off, creep.”

He smirked, fangs glinting under the strobes. “Feisty. I like it.”

Ashley materialized like a viper, her red lips peeling back in a snarl. “She’s taken, you i***t. Can't you tell she is from Axel’s brood? Scram before I peel that pretty face off,jackas……