Chapter Seven

An unknown amount of time passed by when Martin shot up from the dirt in a panic, but it was only for a moment when he established where he was. The pond. In front of him, one of the witches sat on his knees still. A pang of hunger shot through his stomach, and his entire body felt as if it were going to burst in flames at any moment. The agony bore on. Nicholai shot up next with the female witch in front of him on her knees and still. He wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach, feeling the same pain as his brother. Moments later, Boris and Ranaye felt the same. They all looked to Martin with anger and then the witch that knelt before Martin put a small cut into the side of his neck, and a tiny amount of blood seeped out. Martin’s eyes went solid black, inch-long fangs shot from his upper jaw where the canines should sit, and he lunged at the man’s throat, sinking his teeth deeply into him.

Martin’s heart pounded at unbeatable strength and speed as the blood filled his