Maxwell paced the darkened student med lab, waiting for the DNA results. His prey was a pretty, quizzical biochem major named Joan. She was suspiciously fervid when it came to her studies. There was a good chance she was at the science lab after hours herself. He wasn’t sure what, exactly, she was studying, but he was pretty sure he knew what she was.
The machine dinged and he checked the results. Bingo.
Joan was a werewolf.
He picked up his cell phone and gave her a call. He was actually a little shocked she answered, considering the time.
“Hello, Joan? Max Edison. We have Advanced Biology with Professor Luna together?” He paused while she took a minute to place his name with his face.
“Yes, of course. Hi. I’m glad you called.”
He smiled a predatory smile. He’d spent half the semester manipulating her so that she’d give him her phone number. With his broody good looks and silvered tongue—so to speak—he’d finally won her over, despite her hesitations. He wasn’t one of them, after all, and they rarely dated outside of their pack.
“How would you like to go see a movie with me sometime?”
She giggled and agreed. They picked a day and time.
“Excellent. I’ll pick you up Thursday at nine.” He pretended to jot down her address as she gave it to him. He already knew where she lived.
He already knew everything he needed to know about her. (more…)