"Your blood is different," Dalton said, he still didn't talk much even now. "Your blood is stronger than any other shifter."
Meera really wanted to say something bad to him, she wanted to curse like those warriors when they were angry, but unfortunately, she didn't build that way. She couldn't bring herself to talk profanity to the other people, no matter how angry she was and this was frustrating for her.
Sensing Meera's agitation and how her patient was growing thin, Dalton added more to his explanation.
"The smell of your blood is stronger than anyone and apparently, the vampire can't resist it." Dalton realized it when Meera was attacked by his brother.
Her blood stained the shirt that he was wearing at that time, but when he threw away the fabric, they could find it easily because they spotted three vampires that came because of a mere stain of her blood.
