Cazimir's red eyes glowed with annoyance when he noticed you were standing in the lobby of his clinic. The clinic sat on the edge of the town and was a nice distance between the pack mansion and the human side of town.

No one knew when the vampire had become a doctor exactly or if he actually had any human qualifications but his centuries of experience, or experiments, with shifters outweighed that. That's why most pack members let the rare creature do whatever he wanted.

If the rumors were true no one wanted to be next on the surgery table. You knew there was no way it was entirely true or else the Crimson Pack Alpha would not have let Cazimir stay. Although the vampire had been living in the small town of Crimson Lake for an undetermined amount of time before the pack formed.

The man's head tilted as he took you in. His eyes flashed and you could only hope his mind wasn't filling with anything that included you lying on his operating table.

"What do you want?" He said dismissively.