All Chapters of Fated: The First: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

             “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go back to him.” Miriam said. “He’s just too dangerous.”            “You don’t even know him!” I was practically shrieking. “He told me about this war between the Fae and vamps, he had nothing to do with it. All he wants is to be left alone.”            “What would you know.” Miriam snarled. “Because of his kind, my twin brothe

             “My pack will come for me.” The wolf snarled as I advanced on him.            The silver around his wrists and ankles had weakened him, but he still had quite the mouth. His attitude never waned even as his strength was drained away by his chains. He was the perfect first candidate for my little experiment. He sneered at me, low growls bubbling from his lips as I strode toward him.            “Let them come.” I chuckled. “Any army of were-vamps at my

RhazianMy children had performed exceptionally well, leaving the discarded body of the dead wolf where they would be certain his pack would find it. As commanded, they left a wake of destruction in their path, one that would lead the pack straight to my doorstep. It had only taken two days for the wolves to seek me out and find themselves bound with silver, locked in the various rooms in the mansion for my experimentation. They had foolishly attacked, thinking my children would be unprepared.            Much like my first experiment in turning a wolf, several others had failed. I searched the deepest corners of my memory, trying to dredge up any information I could recall about the wolves’ weaknesses. Silver hadn’t worked. It kept their wolf at bay until just after the t

            I woke up panting, unable to catch my breath. The room was still bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, but it wasn’t enough to chase away my nightmare. I rolled on my side to find Rhazian sleeping peacefully beside me. I couldn’t help noticing he had chosen to stay about the blankets. He looked angelic when he slept, his arm casually tossed above his head, his lips parted slightly as his chest rose and fell to the steady rhythm of his breathing. I couldn’t resist letting my fingers play through his shortly cropped hair.            “What are you doing?” his voice was husky as he grabbed my hand from his hair.            My heart was racing as I tried to pull my hand away only for him to hold it tight against his chest. The moonlight filtering into

             The child was different then the rest of my kind. I noticed right away that she seemed compelled to follow any instructions I gave her, as if I held some form of control over her. We couldn’t send her back into the world without drawing unwanted attention, so I did the only thing I could think of, ordering her to stay.            I spent the next year learning to control my progeny, teaching her the ways of my kind. Her thirst was stronger, wielding more control over her, than the rest of my kind. Even the blood of a fresh kill did nothing to sate her appetite. My hold on her remained ironclad, strengthening with each day, keeping her from running feral into the woods. I lived in constant fear that my hold on the girl would drop at anytime and she would run straight into the human world, slaughtering everyone in her path. She had been