Third POV
Six months after their first encounter, Helena sat at a dimly lit bar somewhere on the Croatian coast. The place reeked of cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol, but it catered to supernatural beings. It was a perfect place to blend in while she figured out her next move.
At eighteen, she had finally shifted for the first time. Her wolf was beautiful and strong. However, for some reason, ever since that time in the woods, rogues followed her wherever she went.
It didn’t matter which country she was in. As long as it was neutral territory, they would hunt her down.
Helena checked the clock on the wall. She had been here for almost an hour. If she stayed any longer, the rogues would surely find her again.
“Buy you a drink, beautiful?” a silky voice asked.
Helena turned to find three well-dressed men watching her. Their pale skin and too-perfect features gave them away immediately. Vampires.
“Not interested,” she replied curtly, turning back to her glass of whiskey.
