Chapter Fifty Five

Rebecca POV

Even with my rapid healing abilities, my body ached and screamed for reprieve as the fight continued on and on. My mouth stung with the metallic taste of blood and at this point, I couldn't differentiate if it was my own or not. For one short moment, I was hopeful when I saw the vampires retreating but I knew it was too good to be true. Sure enough, they had only regrouped, making a wall and came marching forward with Claude at the centre. His eyes were bright red as they scanned over the wreckage. Stepping out of the line, he called out into the battlefield.

“We only want Rebecca. Surrender her now and there will be no more casualties.”

He was met by a lot of growling and snapping. Did he really think the pack would sacrifice their Luna? Think that we were stupid enough to believe they would leave once they got what they wanted? Was he crazy? Unphased, he pulled out a familiar silver medallion and spoke an incantation in a language I didn't know, but somehow recognized.