*Luca*
I roll away from the creep who had been on Soleil. I know I will have to use all the strength and instincts the Wolf have to stop whatever grease hair is. There is no time to Think about what damage I might cause. Without thinking I let the Wolf take over completely. I fly up and right in the man's face.
But grease hair is just as fast getting back up. He is ready when I jump him and knocks me to the ground. The air is knocked from my lungs and a rain of fists descend upon me. I am snapping after the hands, but finding no way out.
The man has a hard hold on me. A last punch against my ribs makes me howl in pain. But the hit also makes me focused. I manage to rip myself free and jump to my feet, Holding onto the black eyed devil, letting my powe
*Soleil* “Wow, you look amazing in that dress”. Luca laughs softly. “That’s easy for you to say. It’s not the dress that’s the problem, it’s these heels, I am never going to learn how to walk in these”. I sigh. “Ready my love ?” He offers me his arm. “I guess I have no choice”. I mumble, placing my arm on his. We walk towards the doors that has been decorated with branches and balls of hay and a sign saying: ‘Harvest ball’. I stop right outside the doors, remembering something.
Book 3*Luca*I let my eyes glide around the dangy bar, as my nose checks everyone in there. My eyes land on the blonde sitting on a bar stool on the other side of the horseshoe shaped bar.Her eyes meet mine as She lifts her drink to her lips and empties it.“Still no one here ?”Her whisper is so low that no normal human Can hear it, but I am not a normal human and my Wolf senses catch every word like if she was standing beside me.My nose twitches as I once again breathe in the room. Discreetly I shake my head as an answer.“One more d
*Luca*“And the Oscar goes to Soleil Summer!" She laughs.I look down at her with a huff from my wet snout. Then I turn and disappear into the alleyway. I stand for a moment, preparing for the immense pain that comes with the change. No matter how many times I go through it, it never seems to get easier or less painful.“Why did it take you so long to come help me ?” It sounds out from the street.“Argh !” I sner as the last part of the transformation gives me my human form back.“Luca !”“Because I needed to strip
Chapter 3*Soleil*I am reaching for the handle when I notice it. A small box placed on the bench beside the door. I know it’s for me because I recognise the wrapping. My inside freezes to ice and I look around in panicOut on the road I hear Twigs car stars and for a second I contemplate running after it and stop Luca, but I don’t.How has it gotten this close to the house ?the protective spell should still be in effect. I check the salt circle every day.hesitantly I walk over to the box, like it is a bomb that could explode at any moment.Like the last time there is a small card attached and I open it with shaking fingers.
*Soleil*“I am very surprised that you have taken this decision alone, my dear”. The disappointment in Siri’s voice cuts deep in my heart. “You should have come to us, especially when you realised there were more of the dark ones”.I hold my breath. I have told her everything about the Matelli group and about Lefu. I should tell her about Lefu too, and the words are right there on my tongue, but the memory of the fight against him and his uncles and how angry Marta had been when I protected Lefu and Andy makes me hesitate.“I am sorry, Siri”. I say instead. “I should not have kept it a secret from you”.“I am not sure it’
*Soleil*It is no longer possible to keep the tears at bay. The memories of our time together washes over me.How can I have been so naive ? I have been with Lefu for so long and not even for a second I had suspected that he was the dark one.Everything had been a web of manipulation from his side. Right from the first time I saw him in the grotto, when the intense blue eyes had sweet my feet from under me … to … Davina.It is like my inside splits into two parts, at battle with each other. The sensible part that sees him for what he is: Manipulative, cold and deadly. But my emotional half remembers the care, the love and the passion . Was it really all fake ?
*Lefu* I am in a great mood as I roll up the driveway to my home. It had gone much better than expected and I am happy I didn’t chase her when I had the chance. My girl will come willing, when she realises that a life with me is forever. She still loves me, I had felt it clearly. This plan is much better. I like how she has made me see everything from a new perspective. I had been egoistic all of my human life, and well my vampire life too. I have always had everything handed to me, so how can I know differently ? Never have I wanted anything as much as I do now. I had been ashamed for a while when I realised I am in love with a cow. And it has kinda infected all of my life. I have had no desire to hunt or fish.
*Luca*I get off the bed with a bitter sigh and walk into the tiny dirty bathroom. While I look at my tired reflection I pull out my pills.She did it again, lied to me. For fucks sake I have super senses here, I Can hear it in her voice so easily. Why is she doing it ? Doesn’t she love me anymore ? Am I too much ? Am I smothering her with my need ?Another huff escapes me as I see the desperation in my pained face in the mirror. It is like she is slowly slipping away and I have no idea how to stop her.Sometimes I feel like grabbing her and just shaking her or something to make her see that she can trust me. I love her no matter what, even with … well, even if she has a pa
*Soleil* "Oh! I never thought we would get away from Scotland”. I kick off my shoes and throw the backpack on the floor. "It was getting cramped up there”. "We're getting ok at it actually”. Luca closes the door to the small apartment and slams the lock. "We handed out some serious ass kicking” I huff. "Yes, we could win every time if you did not try to decide it all”. "You can just accept that I'm always right”. He grins. "I do when you realize that it's not about being right, but about what works !" I star defiantly up at him, but surrender as he pulls me into him. "I'm just happy you came back”. He bends down and kisses me. "So am I". The butterflies flutter joyfully inside me, and I pull him down in a deeper kiss. I twist my fingers into his tousled mocha brown hair and indulge in the feel of his lips and exploratory tongue. “Well, what do you say ? English or history ?” He withdraws and deftly avoids my aggrieved gaze. "Seriously ? You want us to read our hom
*Narrator* “Magnificent !” The lord of the wind's eyes shone with obvious joy. “I could not have done thatbetter myself”. "You were entrusted to bestow on this man your strength, and now this !" The lady of the earth thrust her arm out against a settlement, engulfed in flames. "We were just letting out a little smoke". The lord of the fire grumbled. "We just happened to realise that If humans do not gather as a people, then they will never overcome the brood and not at all the queen”. “It might very well be right. But this is not the solution”. She sighed heavily. “They were meant to live happily, not to be subjected to more tyranny”. A small lake began to trickle up from the ground beneath them and manifested itself in a figure like the other three. "It's over”. The lady of the water said. “There is no hope anymore. Tonight they will gather, and your kinship will be wiped out”. "Oh, I can not get air". The lord of the wind sobbed with laughter. "Very funny !" Snarled the fir
*Tjalfe* The villagers have never seen Hrazgouls so close before. Only a few, fleeting glimpses have been had. They always come after the Bakorshas have finished emptying their prey of blood, to eat the remains. In the morning, when the residents venture out into the daylight, there are only pieces of clothing, shattered bones and stinking piles of entrails left in rust-red stains on the ground. When one of them has tried to escape over the mountains, the remaining ones do not even get to see the Bakorshaer’s servants before the death cry of the fugitive resounds across the valley. Now they come in between the houses. One being more abominable than the next. Giant beasts with luminous, yellow eyes, whose long gaps flashes with large serrated rows of teeth. Their upright bodies were covered with dense coarse fur, while the broad shoulders and long, bulging arms end up in a paw-like hand so large that it could effortlessly crush the skull of a man. In between them comes smaller cre
*Tjalfe* Although darkness reigns behind the houses, it is easy to find the victim. The child’s screams drive Saren forward, and the fire blazes furiously in his hand. He finds the child just as life leaves the body. Like a breastfeeding infant it lays the arms of a Bakorsha, whose teeth sit deeply buried in the child’s thighs. With an insane scream, Saren sends a long beam of fire towards the monster. The heat is so high that it instantly sets both the Bakorsha and the child corpse on fire. When the last rays leave Sarens hand, both fall on the ground, charred and annihilated. The embers reveal the next victim and her assailants. It is the child's mother who lays helplessly on the firewood block while one of the dark ones brutally mates her and rips her flesh to blood with its dirty nails. Three others are biting into her arms and neck, where they greedily empties her of blood. Saren raises his hands to obliterate the creeps and free the woman from her afflictions, but nothing h
*Tjalfe* Malicious laughter and agitated voices intrudes in the dark, first from the west, but gradually the sounds spread until they surround the whole village. Bringing promises of carnage and death. The people flee back out of their houses, and all search for the relative safety of the fire. Quickly they get their torches lit and turn front towards the enemy, who is still hiding in the shelter of the darkness. Only now do they become aware thatthat their medicine man stands among them without a torch. The fear of Bakorsha had for a moment made them forget the new danger that had manifested itself in their midst, but then the burning house begin to give in to the ravaging of the flames, and it seems to dawn on them what they had witnessed as they scouted out the windows. Those closest to the medicine man hurried awayfrom him. This is a mistake and part of me wants to warn them, but it is too late anyway, and a shadow flies past and grabs one of the men. His howl is drowned
*Tjalfe* I am watching from my spot inside the storm, watching as things unfold below me. The people look up at the storm, which suddenly hangs over their heads. Panic and confusion arises in the village. Everyone let go of what they have in their hands and run into the middle of the square to seek shelter around the bonfire. Humans are no longer one, they have been divided by fear, and everyone care only to keep himself and his offspring alive. Everyone pushes and hustles to get closest to the fireplace andfarthest from the edge of the circle, for now that the sun's rays are hidden behind the heavy slate-gray clouds the Bakorshas will arrive prematurely. In the middle of the village a large bonfire is burning, and torches have been laid nearby, so they can be quickly ignited. The people has learned that the Bakorshas are not enthusiastic about fire, and that it sometimes happen that the sharp-toothed monsters will abandon the attack and instead throw themselves at another vict
*Tjalfe* The valley is a beautiful, small oasis between the high mountains, which in its time had attracted the inhabitants. They had lived in peace and perfect harmony. The mountains had shielded them from the worst winds, so the crops were diverse and the people of the city had never experienced distress. The only entrance to the village is an opening to the west where the surrounding mountains remain broken by a narrow passage. The view over the pass makes it possible to detect travelers coming from distant parts of the continent in good time, and show them hospitality. No one knew of anything but tolerance and no one dreamed that travelers could come up with anything but peace. It ended when the dark ones came. From then on, the valley became a prison for the people. During the day they were trapped, and at night they were harvested like grapes on stalks. There was no way out off there, all passable roads were blocked by Hrazgouls, the servants. Many had tried to flee, but eac
*Lefu* A tear rolls down my cheek. "Goodbye, Katje". I whisper softly. "I swear your death will be avenged”. "Now you see what they are capable of”. Strano puts his hands in the pockets of his night-black Armani jacket. "It is only the beginning”. I hiss angrily at him. "How can you choose them over your own ?" "You still do not understand, do you ?" Strano rolls his eyes. “They would not be here if it were not for you. Remember that”. “You knew it all from the start, right ? That there were several dogs and that I knew about them. That's why you did not kill me right away when you came up here and picked me up. That’s the truth right ?" I can’t help but seek assurance that I am right. He gives a small sigh. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. When the girls sacrificed Elisabeth, I could not prove that they were involved. I bet you would throw in the dogs as bait if you got the chance, and that Lyndsey would bite”. "What about her ?" I nodded down toward the figure with the
*Luca* My gaze is fixed as I step forward towards Harry. The dark blonde ulfhedin might be the pack leader, but this is my prey, and I do not shy away from the warning snarl of the alpha. Harry must have come to the same conclusion, for he goes silent and withdraws. I stop in front of the charred statue. My nails slide down the rough surface. Although the texture feels like charred wood, the shell is massive. I withdraw my arm and fire. The charred crust cracks, and I have to strike through once more to penetrate into the goal. When the shell breaks, a rain of coagulated blood sprays over me. I stick my paw into the evil bitch, find what I am looking for, and pull hard. The heart is still pumping weakly as I hold it up in front of the statue. I growl triumphantly and squeezeit in my powerful fist. The heart stops beating, and the red flesh-filled tissue gives way and explodes in a cloud of dust. It is over. "What do we do now ?" Soleil's cousin stands in front of the grotesqu