All Chapters of Their Dark Fantasy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

FenrikThe sky burned a silver glow with the moon at its apex. The world seemed to slow as I surged, paws hammering against the dirt. The winds sped by my ears, cushioning my path towards that chocolate scent.Vargthorn? What could they possibly hope to achieve by going to Vargthorn? There was no time to think. Now more than ever, the mate's bond grew. Panic rose deep within me, adrenaline pumping my every move. I had to get to her. I had to save her.Then, I heard it—her whimpered breath, the neighing sound of horses, and that of a rotten carcass. Hooves heavily against the ground with the creaking sound of wheels.That bastard was right. They were actually heading back to Vargthorn. But this was not a time for inquires, it was a time to taste the bitter black blood of a vampire.A growl tore from my throat, it reverberated within my bones. My eyes were blinded with fury, my canines sharpening against each other.By the moment I caught up to the horses, the vampire had fled, leaving

Korran“They would all pay. I would burn this pack to the ground if a hair on her head was harmed. Maera was mine, and on one else's.”I stormed off to higher grounds, slamming my claws against the dirt and tree branches, leaving a trail of my scent on every step I made.I got to the peak of the valley, my eyes scanned everything below me. I could see black shadows swarming across a white fur Lycan. “Velkrins!” I muttered below my breath. Certainly, my brother could handle them. I had to look for her. My eyes darted towards a moving cart, my fierce sight catching the attention of one—Vampires!I sped down, hoping to catch them off before they got to the stone valley. I lunged at the vampires. They hadn't seen me coming. Fury and rage were all that spoke.Black blood scattered all over the ground. Broken bodies littered the crossroads. One lunged at me with a quickened pace, but I caught him mid-air, tearing him in half.Meara's chocolate scent hammered heavily at the back of the cart

MaeraHe handed me a piece of cloth to wipe off the spilled foot on my mouth.“The sun's fierce today,” he said, wrapping up the curtains as more sun rays penetrated the room.“Huh?” I could not understand the relationship between the sun and himself. Certainly, it wasn’t why he came into the room“Emm.. Lord Fenrik,” I said, my voice low like cracks through vineyards. “I—I want to apologise for last night.”“What for?” He responded immediately, gazing his eyes fiercely on me like he was about to swing the roof off my head.“For seducing you, and touching you irresponsibly,” I replied, clutching the sheet bed tightly. “Is it your fault you were captured?” He questioned. “Or is it you that willingly drank the vervain?”“No, my Lord,” I replied.He moved closer to me. There was something peculiar to all three brothers—it was their similar scent—red wine and manly.Those gold eyes flickered over me. He took a knee down to the floor, so he could lower his face down to mine.“Last night