Your paws patted against the floor as you anxiously trotted around in a circle, your poor hands aching from the previous attempts at trying to claw your way out, the once beautiful furniture in the room now torn to shreds and stray cotton. This was…Terrifying. Utterly terrifying. You were in enemy territory, for god's sake— Enemy territory that was heavily guarded to keep you and your kind OUT!

..You couldn’t help but realize how backward these Vampires really were at that thought.

Not to mention, the only reason you’re even here is that you decide to go ‘hunting’ alone.. God, you hoped you could come up with some lie that made you look good.

Just before you could howl angrily and tear down the wallpaper— The sounds of locks being undone and heavy doors being pushed open filled the room, your ears perking up as your head snapped to the door. A voice cooed, ignorant to your distress, raspy, and blissful.

“Little one,” You heard, a dog bowl now set in front of you. It was Silas, the prince. The prince was cooing at you, holding dog supplies.

…Oh, dear..