Raven

Raven

The foul scent of the feral rogues reaches my nose. I am not sure if they ever heard of water or if they want to stink on purpose. Caleb and I have been rogues for many years, but we never smelled so awful.

‘Because we were forced to take a bath twice a day,’ Caleb reminds me.

I growl, not wanting to remember and step into the clearing. I try to spot Mircea’s wolf, but there are at least ten vampires and twenty rogues to kill. Mircea will have to wait.

I let the darkness take over and jump on the first vampire I see. He tries to harm me with his long nails and fangs, but years of fighting them had taught me how to sever his head without receiving many wounds. My sharp canines sink into his neck while my claws dig into his chest. Another vampire attacks me from behind, his nails painfully cutting across my ribs. His nails are poisoned with wolfbane, and I already start to feel weaker. The darkness spreads even more, and I welcome it. I rip the head of the first vampire before I f