1. The Night

ZEDKIEL.

Two days have passed as we continue on our way, but I am unable to remove her words from that night from my mind. She knows I’m going to betray her, and I am.

Each passing day, each hour, brings me closer to doing just that.

Zerachiel has been quieter, almost hesitant about what’s to come, but still, he tries to reassure me that all will be fine, but will it? I have my doubts.

The tension in the air has become thick as we travel alongside the vampires. Evelyn is quieter, almost as if knowing what is to come.

Ragnar had almost killed several of the vampires a few times, and only when he lost it did it bring any emotion from Evelyn, who would giggle in excitement at the violent scenes playing out around her.

It’s almost like she gets off on it, and craves the violence. The madness I see sparkling in her eyes at the slightest taste of violence is particularly disturbing, yet somehow amusing to watch.

“Fuck off!” Ragnar growls as a vampire tries to guide him out of the van as we take a pit stop, we’re still bound even though I can break free, Ziahra said we needed to keep up the impression we are her prisoners. So for now, I shall play the part.

“I swear, princess, I don’t know why you are bringing the rest along!” Blade growls.

“Shame you don’t call the fucking shots.” Ragnar growls, elbowing him in the nose.

I close my eyes when something crunches.

Power surges from all sides and everyone’s on edge again as silence follows.

Evelyn giggles, covering her mouth with her hand, being the only one not bound.

“Stop it!” Ziahra growls.

“Ragnar.” I warn.

He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, a shudder rolling through his body, and his eyes blaze red as he carries on walking.

“Don’t touch me if you don’t want to lose those hands.” He warns Blade.

“You heard him.” Kash remarks, he’s another one who’s been getting into it with Blade, taking an instant

dislike to him.

‘Usually, you’re the hot head.’ Zerachiel grumbles.

‘Maybe.’

I’m more concerned about what we’re about to do.

Tonight.

bit. A few of the vampires go off to hunt for food. In most cases, they’d drain

temple near a small village.” Ziahra announces. We’ll stay the night

when we are so close to home?” Alaia muses, looking at Ziahra

discussion.” Ziahra replies, turning her

trust everyone…

mind, and I wonder how many are truly on

at Evelyn where she’s sitting drinking some water as

who cocks a brow at her. She doesn’t respond and turns to

a bottle of water to my mouth.

gives me the

We’re ready.

bit. Let them

for food and to sleep, although we are

no longer giving me the drugs

Kash, and I know this bottle holds the drug

as my gaze flickers to Evelyn, where she’s

finding it amusing as she taunts her

nervously, whose grin only grows

before she looks at me. Our eyes meet, her smile fading and her eyes darkening, turning vacant almost before she slowly

high in the sky when Ziahra gives the signal. We are camping near some old run-down temple grounds, the building so old the brick and mortar are

in the air is tense,

trees, like they are expecting the ghosts that haunt this place to show

The glass is smokey, the colour and hues of what

you could tell, was abandoned and in desperate need

The tiles are cracked, and the gardens are

the building like it was trying to strangle it, making

around it, but if she knew what this place was, I know that

sleep?” Evelyn

walk.” I tell her, leaning closer so

pauses for a second before she nods. The vampires were keeping a lookout and Ziahra had managed to get me alone long enough to direct me to where I will need

one other she said she trusts, would be waiting for us. To help

pocket and although I had plenty of time to slip

questions, looking towards the broken-down

I shrug, while my gullt

“I’m surprised they aren’t glued to us, out in this semi-open place. As werewolves, we

the premises of the temple, it was still a partially open area. Of course, I know why security

She asks after a few moments, holding her

her outstretched arm, her fingers twitching to touch me.

her. She looks down at my hand before her eyes meet

can’t bring myself to think I’m looking into the eyes of a monster. Her eyes sparkle, revealing the slightest hints of green amongst the hazel. Her eyes soften, before they flicker black, and her

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