Standing in front of a large brown wooden door, I’m about to knock, lose my courage, and take a step back.

But if he wants to have his way with you, let him,’ he says, and I burst into tears, and run past him, into the attic. I raced in there and held her in my arms, and I spent over an hour comforting her until she fell asleep on me.He would have figured out not long after we escaped from him that the small taste of Lylah’s blood he had, has greatly strengthened him much more than anything else he has ever fed off. I sometimes wish I couldn’t feel any pain, but even though the years of abuse have passed, my body still suffers the same. As soon as I’m done, I run back to the pack house completely drenched, and sneak back upstairs to the attic. While the porridge boils, I set the table with bowls, spoons and cups, and give the porridge a stir. I straddle his lap and begin to undo his belt as he pulls the laces undone on the back of my dress and yanks it down, exposing my breasts.

Halfway through silently eating my meal, five vampires I’ve never met before enter the dining room, marching.

I remove my wet cardigan and dress, squeeze the water out of them, and hang them over a broken chair to dry. The edges are tattered with the odd rip, and the material is thin in places, and has over time, frayed. I continue to look over my shoulder every so often, knowing Lord Talon could catch up to me any time now. Once out of sight, I lean against the grey stone wall in the shadows before sliding down to the ground and hugging my knees. Hidden secrets about his mate's past are revealed, which leads to his mate fulfilling a deadly prophecy.

It’s a worn old cardigan with no buttons, holding the front closed with my hands shaking from the cold. He says cruelly, and tips the remnants of his dinner over my head, and a warm liquid drips down my face. Hot sparks flow through my body as my hands glow, my hair rises, flowing around me, and my eyes are a glimmering silver. My hair used to be a white, platinum blonde, but it has been years since I had the luxury of using soap in my hair, so it now looks more like an ash blonde. I did notice the pain from the wounds had gone by then but didn’t think much of it as I was too worried about Lylah.The next morning, the sun rises, and I feel nervous and worried about leaving the pack for so long and about not finding her, and having to ret The sun is rising.