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The council I

“Lycidas. Can I speak to you alone for a second?” Zakaria asked.

“Yeah sure.” Lycidas said. “Carry on guys, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Zakaria led Lycidas to a room hidden deep inside.

“So what’s up?”

“I’m thirsty.”

“Thirsty? There should be water somewhere around here.”

“Not that type of thirsty. I need blood.”

“Can’t you go hunting?”

“It’s no longer safe for me out there alone. The vampires will come for me because I’ve switched sides.” Zakira said. “Can I just drink some of yours? I promise I will stop before it’s too late.”

Lycidas didn’t like the idea of having his blood being drunk. Who would? But he knew Zakira was right.

The vampires knew that one of their own led them through the secret passage in their headquarters and as Zakira mysteriously disappeared, all accusing fingers would be pointed to her.

Maybe he could let her suck a little. If she wanted to drink more than what she promised to he could always use his superior werewolf strength to throw her of