Chapter Thirty Five

DPOV

I felt the first Strigoi move toward Roza, and I leapt toward the closest Pricolici. I seemed to catch it off guard because I had its throat detached from its body before it could respond. The second Pricolici jumped over me, trying to get to Roza. I thrust a claw upwards, slashing at its underbelly, hoping to do some damage.

I managed to turn its attention from Roza to myself. The situation was better but not ideal. Flashes of my previous encounter with a Pricolici bombarded my mind, but instead of Ivan's body, it was Roza's. I expected to feel sorrow and pain, but as the rage coursed through my veins, my bloodlust grew.

The remaining Pricolici took a step back and fear flashed in its eyes. I took the moment of hesitation to charge forward, aiming for the neck of the undead beast. My body was already fueled by the blood of the first Pricolici, I had more than enough energy to take the second one. I could feel Roza still going strong, I knew she would be, so I focused my attent