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.

hunt for food. In most cases, they’d drain them of blood and we’d eat the animal,

clear the forest tomorrow and head to a temple near a small village.” Ziahra announces. We’ll stay

wait when we are so close to home?” Alaia

discussion.” Ziahra replies, turning her back on

trust everyone…

my mind, and I wonder how many are truly

where she’s sitting drinking some water as she

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

holding a bottle of water to my mouth.

eyes meet and she gives me

We’re ready.

bit. Let them

food and to sleep, although we are constantly drugged and kept under watch.

Ziahra is no longer giving me the drugs she’s meant to.

second water bottle at me and a third at Kash, and I

my gaze flickers to Evelyn,

and she’s finding it amusing as she taunts her with a wicked smile. She truly

nervously, whose grin only grows

ends up moving away, and Evelyn smirks before she looks at me. Our eyes meet, her smile fading and her eyes darkening,

signal. We are camping near some old

air is tense, yet

shadows through the trees, like they are expecting

and stained. The glass is smokey, the colour and hues of what was once stained coloured glass, almost unnoticeable from mildew and mould that clings

entire place, you could tell, was abandoned and

in. The tiles are cracked,

it was trying to strangle

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

sleep?” Evelyn

I tell her, leaning closer so I can keep my voice

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 to take

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

time to slip it to her, I was unable to bring myself

questions, looking towards the broken-down temple.

my gullt

aren’t glued to us, out in this semi-open place. As werewolves, we can easily get away from

Although we were on the premises of the temple, it was still a partially open area. Of course, I know why security was a little lax. I wonder if she did

hold your hand?” She asks after a few moments, holding her hand

glance at her outstretched arm, her fingers twitching

my guilt, I nod, holding my hand out to her. She looks down

second, I 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

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