Chapter 9

It happened again.

The second the vampires arrived, Cole’s eyes grew dark. And if it was even possible, they were darker than they were the first time it happened.

Syanna jumped from her seated position as more and more vampires arrived at the border. It was about twenty against Cole and Isaac, and Syanna knew it was an unfair match.

“Don’t,” Cole warned without looking at her, as if sensing that she was about to approach them. “Stay behind the border.”

“But why?” a vampire asked through a snarl. His blood-red eyes watched Syanna as if she was the garnish on his plate. She knew he was the leader from his position and the way the others were arranged around him.

“You’re not getting anywhere near her,” Cole growled, and the other vampires shrunk back as the grass beneath his feet shrivelled and turned black.

Syanna gulped as she watched the encounter. She wanted to scream, run, and, most of all, cry.

She wanted to cry because a group of vampires was ready to have her head,