*Emory* My stomach is tight, like a fist, as I follow my parents up the walkway to the monstrosity of a stone fortress known as Castle Graystone. Lighting illuminates the sky overhead, which seems to fit perfectly with the scene, though it’s not raining—not yet anyway. Something tells me there’s ab
Emory “Take my daughter… to be a feeder.” My father’s words echo around the throne room as I stand behind him with my throat so constricted, I can hardly breathe, let alone speak. I can’t believe the words that have come from his mouth, and by the look on Vampire King Kane’s face, neither can he.
Emory Lola? Lola! The word my father has just spoken fills my head with shock as I try to process what is happening. For the second time in only a few minutes, I cannot believe what my father is saying. My eyes immediately go to the Vampire King who is clearly surprised by what my father just sa
Emory “Take her away.” The Vampire King’s declaration echoes off of the walls of the throne room as he turns around to walk away. The two men who had been flanking him for the entire length of the meeting move forward, toward me. “Does this mean we have a deal?” my father calls after King Kane, a
Kane A million thoughts are flying through my head as I make my way down the hallway toward the rose garden, Rainer, my best friend and second, at my side. I can tell he is dying to say something, but even he has to be careful at a time like this not to say something to piss me off, and he knows it
Emory I follow Clark down the stairs, deeper into the darkness, as they wind and twist. When we get to the dungeon, I take a deep breath, seeing dirty people in rags sitting in cages that are barely six feet by six feet. It’s no wonder that no one wants to be a feeder. “These are the regular priso
“That smell?” Clark says, turning to look at me through his useless, wirerimmed glasses, “That’s the smell of death.” I stare at him, blinking for a moment, as he begins to laugh and then walks forward. The people here don’t look like people at all. They’re mostly wolf shifters, like me, though so
I have nothing to say, so I say nothing. “I know you’re brave. Probably think you’re smart. Don’t worry. This place will break you.” I turn and look at him as a cocky smirk spreads across his face. I don’t know this man, and I don’t know the king, but I have to wonder… does King Kane know who he’s