Chapter 94
Nate
By the time I return with eight wolves—eight, because that's all I could peel away from the chaos—we're following a gruesome trail straight to Ember.
Decapitated vampires.
Some still twitching.
Some turned fully to ash.
Some sliced so cleanly I can't even tell which part belonged to which body.
We took too long. The route back was crawling with ambushes, and every time we cleared a group, another wave swarmed out of the shadows. My lungs still burn. My legs feel like lead. But nothing, nothing, prepares me for the sight in front of us.
We reach the end of the street and freeze.
A horde—an actual horde—of vampires circles something at the center. I see the occasional head fly upward like some horrific fountain display. Then another. Then a body splits clean in half.
"...fuck," one of the wolves mutters.
Yeah.
Fuck is absolutely correct.
My stomach drops and my heartbeat stutters painfully.
But then the circle parts just enough, and I see her.
Ember.
