Chapter 84. Fear of the Cop

Fear gripped the captain as he cried for help. No one could hear him. It was already 2 am, and people lived far from the scene. Seeing that no one could come to his aid, he pleaded with Lacey to spare him.

Lacey slowly removed her feet from him and dragged him up. She held him against the dumpster. His white uniform was stained with Detective Jones’s blood. With hate in her eyes, she stared deep into his eyes, saying, “If you don’t start talking now, you will feel my fangs deep in your neck.”

Lacey was a lady of her word. When she made a threat, she kept it. At least the captain saw she wasn’t bluffing. Her fangs were already out, waiting to puncture the soft skin of the captain. If Lacey turned him into a werewolf, she would be his sire, and he would be loyal to her until she died. As a fresh blood without the wolf gene in him, all Lacey needed to turn him was to sink her fangs into any part of his body, thereby releasing her wolf saliva into his system.

It wouldn