All Chapters of Fangs of Windshade: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Raina’s POVI kept staring, twisting my head at different angles, pressing my fingers against the skin where the bite should have been. My pulse hammered. It had been there. I had felt it—raw, aching.Now, nothing.Sheriff Grant was still watching me, his expression shifting from frustration to concern. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel. “Raina, you wanna explain what's going on?”I forced myself to breathe, but every inhale felt too shallow, like my lungs had forgotten how to work. “I…I don't know.”Sheriff Grant sighed as he lifted a hand to his forehead. “Raina”“Mmm," I answered absentmindedly, too focused on trying to make sense of how a bite could simply vanish to fully register what the sheriff was saying.“I can see you're hardly listening to a word I'm saying, but Raina, you're like a daughter to me and that's why I'm saying this—” he paused looking me in the eye till he was sure he had gotten my attention. “Stop digging.”“You don't underst—” “Don't.” He held up

Liam’s POVI didn’t usually listen in on people. Once it came to the Devourer, though, I couldn’t help myself. The teen in front of me went on and on about something concerning school and boys; I barely paid attention. For a small restaurant, there were a lot of distracting conversations.I tried to focus, narrowing the voices until I found Raina’s. It was faint and weak, yet I could hear it clearly now.“Help—help me. My sis…ter.” It was taking my willpower not to abandon her sister and run to her aid. I knew she was worried because of me, but she didn't know me so I couldn’t blame her. I could never harm a child. I tried to maintain my composure, tried to act like I was interested in whatever the kid was saying. Just a nod and a chuckle occasionally was enough to keep her talking. I listened in again, this time the voice seemed to have doubled, and I couldn't hear Raina’s, only the stranger she'd run into.“Someone call the ambulance, she's not waking up.”“Get cold water!”“Give

Raina’s POVThe brewing storm outside was a reminder of how empty the house had become. I lay on the couch, letting the chill wind slipping through the windows wash over me.Normally, I’d go outside to wait for the downpour, inhaling the refreshing petrichor of wet grass and earth while Mom made tea and Dad helped with the snacks. We’d talk for hours, sometimes dance in the rain, before finally going to bed. The memory stung just thinking about them. Now, I disliked the rain—disliked the heavy reminder of what I’d lost.I groaned as I sat up, wanting to close the windows. Lying down feeling sorry for myself wasn’t one of my favorite activities—I needed a distraction.Pulling the windows and blinds closed, I paused in the middle of the living room, staring at the medium-sized framed picture of my parents. The mischievous grin on my dad’s face as he raised his index and middle fingers behind Mom’s wavy hair in a peace sign, and the slight crease on her forehead as she stared up at him w

LIAM’S POVIt had just started pouring when I spotted her.I wasn't planning on running into her—not really. I'd been on my way to the town's county hall, in search of Daniel's registry file. Even though I pretty much knew who he was, I needed to know his background—his connection with the devourers of the past. That's when I saw her.The way she stood under the downpour, hands rubbing small circles over her chest—something was wrong. People around her were running about seeking shelter, but she remained rooted to one spot. I wanted to ignore her, to focus on my mission—she didn't need any more of my presence around her. Not when my clan would be watching, waiting for me to bring her head. I stood at a distance, watching her closely to make sure she was fine before I moved on.The storm cracked overhead, the sharp scent of wet pavement and electric sting of lightning wafting through the air to mask her faint human scent. I almost lost her between the handful of people running for cov

Raina’s POV The rain had turned the streets into rivers, making the road deserted and difficult to walk in. I trudged through the waters, careful not to let myself slip against the rising current. My legs were tired and heavy, the chilling wind blowing softly against my drenched clothes.I drew Liam’s jacket tighter around me, trying to block out the cold as I kept walking at a steady pace, waiting for him to catch up.He promised.He would come.My teeth chattered, goosebumps breaking out across my skin, yet I waited patiently. The urge to turn around and help him was overwhelming, but I fought it. Going back now would only make me a liability, so I kept my gaze fixed on the trail of water flowing down the street, letting my thoughts drift with it.A vampire had agreed to help me—just because I asked. It felt too good to be true. As much as I welcomed his help, a nagging feeling in the back of my mind wouldn’t let me fully trust him. He had to have an ulterior motive—or at the very