Donald's POVThe night air was heavy and smelled of pine trees and damp soil. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf’s howl echoed through the forest, making the stillness feel alive. Each step I took was slow and deliberate, the crunch of dried leaves under my boots blending with the soft rustle of hidden animals retreating into the shadows. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the path that led back to the estate. In my hands, I carried something far more than a surprise—it was the result of months of planning and a partnership I had never expected to forge.“Do you understand what we have to do?” I asked, my voice calm but firm. Each word was sharp, cutting through the quiet like a knife. My eyes flicked to Mackenzie, who walked beside me. Her face was troubled, her steps hesitant, as though the weight of my words dragged her down.She's Emilio's friend who got turned recently.They were a
Mackenzie's POV I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The room around me seemed to spin, and I struggled to stay grounded, my hands trembling as I clutched the old, leather-bound book that had brought me here. Laura was sitting across from me, her face pale and wide-eyed, trying to process the same shocking information I had just uncovered."Mackenzie... what do you mean, you're a carrier of Elyrian Blood?" Laura asked, her voice barely above a whisper.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing. "I know, it sounds insane. But it’s true. According to this book, the vampires have been searching for people like me for centuries. I—I never knew. I thought it was just a myth. But this... this is real."Laura leaned forward, her brow furrowing in confusion. "How did you even find out? Why would you be a target for them?"I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on me. "I found out by accident. I w
Lucas's POV The bed was still warm, the sheets tangled around us in a way that spoke of a night spent shedding inhibitions. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast faint, flickering shadows on the walls, painting the room in hues of intimacy and vulnerability. Emilio lay beside me, his dark hair a disheveled mess that framed his sharp, angular features. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and his expression—even in sleep—was unreadable. I turned on my side to watch him, my thoughts a tangled mess. There was always something about Emilio, something beneath the surface, hidden behind those piercing eyes of his. And tonight, as I lay there, that feeling gnawed at me more than ever.I have been ignoring all these times but I couldn't hide it anymore.I know that the things happening are turning him to the monster he never wished to be.N“You’ve been making a lot of new friends lately,” I said, breaking the fragile silence. My voice was low, almost hesitant, but the words carri
Emilio's POV The phone buzzed on the table, the sound slicing through the silence like a blade. My hand hovered over it, reluctant to pick it up. I already knew who it was. Vikram and Red didn’t exactly call for casual chats. With a sharp exhale, I grabbed the phone and pressed it to my ear.“Emilio,” Vikram’s smooth, calculated voice greeted me, sending a chill down my spine. “I’m glad you picked up. We’ve got a problem. Or rather, you do.”I clenched my jaw, gripping the phone tighter. “What do you want, Vikram?”There was a brief pause, then Red’s voice cut in, rough and mocking. “It’s not what we want, Emilio. It’s what you’re going to do for us. Unless, of course, you don’t care about that sweet girl, Mackenzie.”My heart stopped.“What did you do?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. But I already knew the answer. Red lived for games like this, and Vikram was just the kind of bastard to let him play them.“Relax,” Vikram said, his tone far too casual. “She’s fine. For now. B
Lucas's POV When Emilio and I got to the warehouse, it felt strange right away. I held Emilio's hand. Not because I was scared but because I feared for his safety.I know he cares a lot about Mackenzie that's the reason why he came.The air was cold and smelled weird, like wet cement and dust. Everything around us was quiet—too quiet. There were no birds singing, no cars passing by, and no wind blowing. It was like the whole place was holding its breath, waiting for something. It made my skin crawl. More silent than a cemetery I must say.I looked over at Emilio. He was walking slowly, his eyes darting everywhere like he was trying to catch something moving in the shadows. “Do you feel that?” I asked him, my voice was low so it wouldn’t echo too much.He nodded, his face serious and a little pale. “Yeah,” he said. “It feels like something bad is about to happen. I think we’re walking into a trap.”Hearing him say that made my stomach twist. I already felt uneasy, but now I felt lik
Lucas's POV The alarms screamed in the background, a sharp reminder that we were running out of time. My feet slapped against the cold floor as I pushed myself forward. I shouted back, desperate to keep us moving.“Emilio, come on! We have less than two minutes!”“Wait!” Emilio called out, suddenly stopping in his tracks. “Did you hear that?”I groaned, my frustration spilling over. “Hear what? All I can hear are the alarms telling us we’re about to blow up!” This whole thing is messed up.I looked head of me and caught if glimpse of Red, he was walking to the other end of the building.He ignored me and tilted his head, focusing. “No, there’s someone. Someone’s calling for help.”“We don’t have time for this!” I yelled, grabbing his arm to pull him along. “If we don’t move now, we’re dead!”He pulled away from me, his eyes locked on something I couldn’t see. “I’m not leaving whoever is there behind! It might be Mackenzie.” he said firmly, and before I could argue, he took off in th
Emilio's POV Lucas’s living room was dimly lit, the shadows of the evening settling around us as we sat on the couch.Mackenzie was so weak and Lucas used the first aid kit in his house to treat her wound and made sure she was okay.Luckily, her wounds were not deep, she didn't have deep cuts, just slight bruises and marks that looked like she was flogged.Mackenzie had just fallen asleep, her breathing steady and even. I could still feel the exhaustion in my bones, but the urgency of our conversation kept me alert.“We can’t keep her here for too long,” Lucas said, his voice low but firm. “If my father finds out, he’ll come straight here.”I nodded, my fingers absently tracing the hem of my shirt. “And if Vikram hears about this, he’ll waste no time sending someone. She’s not safe anywhere right now.”Lucas leaned back, his jaw tightening. “Then we make her safe. I’ll call Victor and get more security around the house. Every entrance, every window—covered.”“That’s a start,” I said,
Lucas’s POV"What the heck!?" Mackenzie's voice cut through the air, shaky but loud enough to make us freeze. Emilio and I immediately pulled apart, our heads snapping toward her direction. My heart was racing, not from what we were doing moments ago, but from the sheer embarrassment of being caught in such an intimate moment. She was leaning against the doorway, looking pale and weak, but the shock on her face was unmistakable. Her eyes darted between the two of us, taking in the disheveled state we were in. "Uh…" I started, but no words came out. "Are you two…?" she trailed off, pointing at us as if she couldn’t even say the words. Emilio, still shirtless and visibly uncomfortable, cleared his throat. "Yeah. We are," he said simply, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. Her mouth fell open, and for a moment, she looked like she didn’t know what to say. Then, as if she had recovered from her initial shock, her expression shifted to something I couldn’t quite p
Emilio’s POVThe clearing was quiet, unbearably quiet. The only sounds were the faint rustling of the trees and the occasional distant call of some nocturnal creature. I stood there, unmoving, staring at the fresh mound of dirt. The moonlight poured down, pale and cold, illuminating the spot where my daughter now lay. Mackenzie. My Mackenzie. I had dug the grave myself. It felt like the only thing I could do for her now. The earth had been stubborn, as if the forest itself didn’t want to accept her. My hands were still dirty from the task, the skiYn raw and blistered, but I didn’t care. She was gone, and none of it mattered anymore. Her body was beneath the soil now, wrapped in the silver gown she had been wearing when I found her. I had carried her here in my arms, cradling her like I used to when she was small. She felt so light, too light, as though death had taken even her weight away. I knelt beside the grave, my legs giving out beneath me. The ground was cold and damp,
Lucas’s POV“Lucas, you need to listen to me.” Victor’s voice crackled through the phone, heavy with urgency. I gripped the phone tighter, the blood draining from my face. “What’s going on, Victor?”“It’s your father,” he said, his voice grim. “He killed Mackenzie.”My heart stopped, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “What? What do you mean, he killed her? Why?”“I don’t have all the details yet, but it looks like a sacrifice. Your father, Donald… he’s gone too far this time.”A wave of rage and disbelief washed over me, so strong it nearly knocked me off my feet. “A sacrifice?” I repeated, my voice cracking. “What the hell are you talking about? He’s lost his mind.”“I’m telling you, it’s bad. He’s not even answering his phone. It’s like he doesn’t care anymore. I’m trying to get more information, but things are moving fast. This could change everything. Emilio… this is going to tear him apart.”I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm the storm in my head. “I know it wil
Mackenzie's POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every other sound in the room. Lucas’s words echoed in my mind, sharp and cutting like broken glass.“Why do you have to be so useless? You’re just slowing us down.”The words had stung, lodging themselves deep in my chest. My fists clenched in my lap, and my stomach churned with a sickening mix of anger and sadness. I’d never felt so small. So unwanted. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, but no matter how hard I tried to block them out, his words kept looping in my head. Each time, they cut a little deeper.Lucas didn’t even care that I’d overheard. Maybe he wanted me to. The thought made my throat tighten, and a lump of emotion threatened to rise, but I swallowed it down. Crying wouldn’t fix anything.When Emilio dropped me in the room and walked out without a word, I watched the door close behind him. The click of the lock felt like a final judgment, trapping me in this place where I didn’t
Emilio's POV I shifted MacKenzie’s limp body in my arms, her head resting against my chest as her shallow breaths tickled my collarbone. The car was parked just a few feet away, but Lucas stood in front of it, arms crossed and eyes sharp as a blade.“Lucas, open the door,” I said, my voice low but firm. I didn’t have time for whatever he was about to start.Lucas didn’t move. “We need to talk, Emilio.”“Not now,” I snapped, trying to step around him, but he blocked me.“No,” he said, his voice hardening. “Now. This can’t keep happening.”“Lucas, I swear, if you don’t get out of the way—”“You’ll what? Keep avoiding this conversation? Pretend like we’re not running in circles trying to protect her from her own messes?” He gestured sharply toward MacKenzie, who stirred slightly in my arms.“Stop it,” I said through gritted teeth. “She’s hurt. She needs help, not your lectures.”MacKenzie’s voice, weak but laced with venom, broke through before Lucas could respond. “Why don’t you just s
Emilio's POV "Do you think this road will take us anywhere?" Lucas asked, his hands steady on the steering wheel. I didn't answer right away. My mind wasn't focused on his question or the road ahead. Instead, my ears tuned into the music playing softly from the car speakers. The sultry melody teased the edges of my thoughts, and the singer's low voice carried lyrics that made my chest feel warm. “Can’t help falling into your fire, want to stay here forever, burning in desire,” the singer crooned. My fingers twitched against my thigh as I let the words soak into me. I stole a glance at Lucas. His jaw was relaxed, his mouth curved in a small smile as if he wasn’t aware of the heat simmering in the air. Was he playing this on purpose? My gaze lingered a second too long. His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his thumb keeping time with the beat. My lips twitched into a smirk. Lucas could play oblivious all he wanted, but there was no way he didn’t know what this so
Mackenzie's POV My heart pounded in my chest as I sprinted through the dense forest, the cold air burning my lungs. Every branch I passed seemed to claw at my skin, slowing me down, but I couldn’t afford to stop. Behind me, Donald’s furious voice rang out, each word laced with venom.“You can’t escape, Mackenzie! You think you’re clever, don’t you? But you’ll regret this!” How the freaking hell did I get myself involved with a psychopath.His shouts only made me push harder, my legs screaming in protest. Would I stop?No, never.I won't let him catch me again. I'm not that fragile.Fuck, shut it Mackenzie. You were human less than a month ago, they turned you into a vampire so you're weak.The ground was uneven, littered with roots and rocks that threatened to trip me at every step. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let him catch me. The taste of fear was sharp in my mouth, mingling with the metallic tang of blood from where I’d bitten my lip earlier.The trees blurred past as I ran, the
Mackenzie's POV My heart raced as the car bumped along the uneven dirt road, jostling me against the unforgiving seat. The coarse rope around my wrists bit into my skin, and the blindfold over my eyes only made the fear worse.Every sound—the crunch of gravel, the hum of the engine, the eerie silence of the surrounding forest—seemed louder in the dark. I had no idea where Donald was taking me, but I knew it wasn’t anywhere good.When the car screeched to a stop, my stomach twisted. The door flung open, and before I could brace myself, Donald yanked me out. My bare feet hit the rough ground, and I stumbled, the jagged rocks scraping against my skin. Pain shot through my knees as I tried to regain my balance, but he didn’t care. He just grabbed my arm, his grip bruising, and started dragging me forward.“Where are you taking me?” I demanded, my voice trembling but laced with defiance.The slap came out of nowhere, stinging my cheek and snapping my head to the side. My skin burned whe
Emilio’s POV“Lucas, this doesn’t make sense!” I said, pacing back and forth in the room. My hands were shaking, and I couldn’t think straight. “Why would your dad just grab Mackenzie like that? She was terrified!”Lucas stood near the window, his arms crossed. He looked calm, but I knew him well enough to see the tension in his jaw. “I don’t know, Emilio. He didn’t say anything to me about it.”“Didn’t say anything?” I stopped pacing and turned to him. “You’re telling me your father drags Mackenzie out of here, and you have no clue why?”He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath. My fists clenched at my sides as the memory of Mackenzie’s pleading voice echoed in my mind. She’d been so scared, and I hadn’t done anything to stop it.“Look,” Lucas said, stepping closer. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll find out what’s going on.”“Talk to him?” I scoffed. “That’s your solution? What about stopping him? What about doing somet
Lucas's POV The loud bang made us all jump. My fork froze in mid-air as I turned toward the door, my heart skipping a beat. Standing there, without knocking or any warning, was someone I hadn’t seen in a long time.His sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on Mackenzie. He didn’t say hello or offer any kind of explanation. Instead, his voice cut through the air like a knife: "You didn’t think you could hide forever, did you?"Mackenzie’s face turned pale, her eyes wide with fear. Her fork slipped from her hand, hitting the plate with a loud clatter. I could feel the tension building in the room, heavy and suffocating. My chest tightened as I pushed back my chair and stood up. Emilio stood up too, moving quickly to my side."What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice firm but edged with anger. "You can’t just barge in like this.""This isn’t your house, Lucas. I don’t need permission to walk in." He turned to me, a smirk forming on his face. It was a cold, calculated look,