"A guy with a scar is standing in front of me, the lugars listen to his every word. They resemble hunted dogs who are afraid to argue with their owner, or rather, a merciless trainer. Just a glance and the wolf demons cowardly lower their heads and back away. Kasius looked at me, the wild expression on his face giving him an intimidating look. But the eyes look somehow different. Something has changed. Step by step he comes closer. The bloodthirsty monster has chosen a target, and that target is me. Here it is death and killing the demon will definitely be slow, forcing you to experience as much pain as possible. She jumped up on the bed. Lost the first moment. Where I am? What's happening? Eyes were blinded by bright light from the window. The sun's rays do not give orientation. In addition, the head is splitting. Not to inspect the premises. She leaned back against the pillows. Memories of what happened yesterday flashed before my eyes. I tried to drive away this horror. The

Despite the coolness of the season, the day turned out to be warm. The debutante balls are in full swing. Therefore, my parents decided to arrange it for my younger sister. At the same time introducing me to the London high society, after many years of absence. My training took place in America. Having graduated from Harvard, I am considered an excellent match for many noble persons. Father has long prepared a dowry for Evelyn's future wedding. Her companion will be carefully selected. Proposals were received without a ball, but all were rejected. The head of our family, considers love a useless feeling. Marriage is a way for him to make a deal and sell his own children at a higher price. After returning, I was introduced to the family business. Thanks to education and intelligence, he was able to increase his income several times, but he could not avoid marriage. My parents believe that without a wife in society I will not have the proper status. It's a disgusting feeling when y

Not knowing what to do within the four walls, sitting under the tutelage of two friends, she spent time reading books. The library is large and caters for every taste, from historical novels to mysticism, 20th century literature and Sherlock Holmes antiquarian collections, the first as far back as 1902. But no matter how much I liked to dive into the worlds of the authors, I was haunted by a thick layer of dust on the shelves and books. I decided to do something useful and clean these treasures from years of dirt. Elian went first to inspect the territory of the forest. His fear is entirely justified. He lost his sister. And I don’t perceive Brandon’s attitude towards me as a concern, but rather as a way to protect not only from danger, but also from feelings. His conscience torments him if something happens to me. For a soulless creature, as people call them, he is too noble. It is easier to communicate with him than with Elyan. It is open and warm, while the fighter is secretive

The forest is the only place where I feel free. Nature gives peace that city life cannot give. Constant noise and fuss create chaos in thoughts, as well as a whirlpool of different emotions, and by no means most often bad ones. There are many of them, from irritation and constant tension, to anger and hatred. There is no peace that any animal feels in its natural habitat. Maybe we are half people, but the wolf essence has a clear superiority, as for the human, it only restrains the animal, preventing it from completely breaking the chain. Many members of my pack prefer to live in the forest. They go to the city only when absolutely necessary. If I called or it was their turn to patrol and clean the streets from our bloodthirsty relatives. I think it's time to call everyone. Revenge, although personal, but the daughter of the chosen ones must be protected, extra fangs and claws will not interfere. True, he scattered the guys all over Europe, so as not to let the wolf demons unbelt.

The day began as before. Fees for classes and a quick light breakfast. The only and most prominent change, two friends are bodyguards. The week passed quietly, for a moment it even seemed that life was returning to its usual course. The weather allows friends to share responsibilities. One, like a silent shadow, without attracting attention, follows me on the heels. Brandon manages to go unnoticed among hundreds of people, only super vision helps to notice the red hair nearby. Even being at a lecture, I know that he is near. If all vampires are capable of this, it's no surprise that creatures so ancient were able to remain in the shadows for centuries. It's scary to think what the war with them will lead to. Elian is more involved with the pack. Rarely change places. As I understand it, the Slayer pack respects the vampire and, in the absence of a leader, obey his orders. They have no division by type, everyone is equal. The longer I am around, the more I am convinced of their uniqu