LOGINRowanValtheris laughed and when he did, something cold slid through me. Cold enough to become calm.The vampire shrieked in front of me, rotten chest split and spilling into the pristine snow. Black blood pooling hot and foul by its feet. It staggered backward, hands clawing uselessly at the ruin I
RowanThe Bloodborn's smile didn't falter. If anything, it sharpened.The vampire in front of us swayed slightly, its dead eyes fixed somewhere near my throat, but it didn't move without being told to. That was what made my stomach tighten. It wasn't hunger holding it back. It was command.The Bloo
The air changed.Cold sharpened into something metallic. The trees seemed to lean closer. Somewhere deep in the forest in front of us, a branched cracked.Faint beneath the pine, beneath the snow, beneath the wet bark and old leaves...Decay.Rot. Sweet. Copper thick. Like blood left too long in a s
Rowanthe cold air hit harder once I reached the edge of Sector 4. Out here, away from the house and it's humming wards, the forest felt bigger. Hungrier. The trees pressed close in thick black rows, their branches clawing across the wanning sun like crooked fingers. Snow dusted the ground in uneve
Mable snorted.Both Asher and I looked at her. She didn't look remotely apologetic."Sorry." She said dryly, "Nightmare DLC was pretty funny."Asher's eyes narrowed."How much did you hear?""I'm old, Asher. Not deaf."His face tightened."Mable.""What?" she asked, finally turning from the counter.
SavannahAsher crossed the room like he had walked through fire to get here. Not physically at least this time, but something about him looked burned anyway.His face was too still. His jaw too tight. His eyes kept flicking toward the door like a part of him had been left on the other side of it. H
Asher DravenHartMable's fingher was still in the air when the medical wing door opened again. Cold slipped in, winter and wet wool, followed by Rowan. He looked wrong without his usual grin. His hair was damp was damp at the edges, cheeks were flushed from the cold, and mud was on his socks like
Asher DravenHart Mable's footsteps approached like an old verdict. I laid on my side, one arm tucked beneath my head, the other pressed lightly over my ribs where the slash still burned. The pain had changed since I shifted, less sharp and more deep and aching. It was like someone poured hot sand
Savannah Whitlock.The medical wing made my eyes squint as it was too bright. A vast difference compared to the gray violence outside.Light spilled across white linens and pale stone, turning every smear of mud protruding out from the tops of the slippers into something shameful and obvious. The ai
Asher DravenHartSnow, dirt, and mud sucked at every step. The wind cut through the trees, carrying the faint metallic scent of my blood mixed with the putrid rot I couldn't stop tasting. Behind us, the clearing looked torn up. Ugly. Branches snapped in two, snow churned black with earth, a smear of







