Ninety Nine

Raven

Vlad and I were so confused and didn't know the next step to take. Dora had warned Vlad to be very careful and lay low because Dimitri had informants everywhere. It was even dangerous for us to call her, as Dimitri could trace the call and hurt her.

Vlad couldn't sleep and kept thinking the worst. Zarek and I stared helplessly at him. And as for me, my thoughts were filled with self-loathing and the nagging urge to ask for my dad's help tugged in my heartstrings.

But it was very unlikely that my dad, a Lycan, would help Vlad and the vampire king. The possibility was almost impossible.

He was never going to take me seriously. And the thought made my belly knot nervously.

I could sense the frustration in Vlad's eyes. He was like a locked-up bull, searching for a means of escape. He had stopped smiling, answering questions with minimal responses, and kept sighing constantly.

He seemed to prefer talking to Zarek more than me, and that infuriated me because he made me feel lik