Lovers For The Blood Moon
“Let me finish him, Father.”
“No,” the Blood Father said. “He is mine.”
With a flick of his clawed hand, the heir was flung back into the shadows.
John stepped away from Sarah, jaw clenched.
“If this ends with blood, let’s spill it.”
The Blood Father opened his arms.
“So be it.”
Outside the Hollow, Black Hollow burned.
The sky bled red and black. Fires lit the horizon, and the wind carried screams. Saraphina and Callen fought back-to-back on the chapel steps, surrounded by villagers turning into beasts eyes black, mouths foaming with ancient rage.
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