Rise of The Fallen
Charlotte Chaos fated for my lycan kingsupernatural nephilimishmael
he told me, very casually, and handed me a bottle of water.
“Thanks, neither are you” I grinned before taking several big gulps. Wiping the sweat off with one of my sleeves I caught his eye.
“I’m Verity,” he nodded.
“I know,” he smiled, showing those sharp canines again. “I’m Cain.”
“Cain?” I queried. Then it hit me. Cain, a Cain who lived with fallen angels, but was no angel. Cain who was jealous and fell out of favor with God.
Cain, the original murderer.