Almara’s PovThough it’s dark in the dungeon, nighttime has fallen. I can tell by the heightened energy pulsating throughout the castle above us from the vampires who are their most active, meanwhile, my internal clock is slowed down and with a belly full of steak, I’m ready for bed.“You’ll have to sleep down here, for now,” Delfino says noticing the heaviness of all our eyes.“Can you bring Grace to us?” I ask.
Arthur’s PovAlmara and I leap through the castle, interweaving through battle cries and dodging attacks. Our breath is heavy and our hearts pound in synch with our paw prints beating against the hard, cold earth. I’d be lying if I said the thrill of it all is intoxicating.I drink in the rush of cool air rushing past me as sweat trickles down my back. My senses heighten to what’s important: Almara and Grace. Every other noise gets drowned out until it becomes a constant hum in the background.
Almara’s PovArthur tries the handle on the door first, and when it doesn’t budge he thrusts his entire body into it. The door’s hinges cave slightly but don’t break. Just as he rams his shoulder into the door a second time, a loud clap of thunder erupts from the sky muffling the brute force of his efforts at trying to push open the door.I stand guard and watch chaos break out all around us. As of now, every wolf, vampire, and familiar is preoccupied with the enemy in front of them. I think it helps that no one wants to come near the building consider
Almara’s PovArthur wraps his arms around me as I cradle our son. He’s stopped quieting and lays against my chest. I can’t take my eyes off of him.He’s a little red, but mostly dark. His skin is a rich olive color closer to Arthurs than mine, his hair is dark and full. He’s so small. “What should we call him?” Arthur whispers into my ear.“Perfect,”
Almara’s PovArthur flings open the door, this time it breaks off the hinges. I guess there’s no changing our mind now. I keep Robbie wrapped up in both my arms and under my shirt.Arthur uses his body to guard mine, outstretching his arms and a puffed-out chest as he keeps his eyes zeroed in on every moving body around us all while moving us forward and falling in exact pace with each of my steps.We fight through sideways rain and vicious winds, it dawns on me that this storm isn&
Almara’s PovI awake to a familiar beeping sound. It’s faint at first, like a distant call from far away until it’s suddenly blaring in my ears. My eyes shoot open and the blood in my body rushes to the important organs and I sit up with a jolt.“Where’s Grace?” I ask before I can make out anything else. “Arthur? Robbie?” I call out, hoping the sound of my distressed voice will cause Robbie to cry back.“Shhh,” a gentle voice says with
Almara’s PovI’ve never seen Cathy look more confident and proud than she does at this moment. She stands tall, cuts strewn across her body, but they only add to her tough exterior. She’s covered in her enemy’s blood and she has a thrilling look in her eyes.“Have you seen Arthur?” I ask cutting to the chase. Cathy nods back towards tall white cabinet doors. I turn back to look at my mother who nods in confirmation. I rush over to the door and throw it open.
Almara’s PovCathy and I weave through the castle, barely missing rubble crumbling off from the stony walls. We leap over counters, using everything we have in us to catapult ourselves past knocked over statues of gargoyles and shredded velvet furniture.“Catch!” Cathy calls out and reflexively I snatch a jagged shard of ceramic in my hand. I recognize it from a broken pot on the ground. Then out of the corner of my eye I see something else flying at me, though I don’t catch it this time, I duck.