CELINE

I ran swiftly through the underbrush, my long braid swaying with my movement.

Foxes darted out of their dens, searching for nocturnal prey to hunt, while all sorts of insects made strange noises as I passed by.

The forest was coming to life, and soon, amidst its sounds, I also heard voices—but not the ones I was looking for.

"Celine, don’t go that way, they’re Vampires!" my wolf warned, and I came to an abrupt stop, looking around for a way to escape without running straight into an ambush.

“Hey!” a shout jolted me back into action, and I bolted to the right, following my instincts.

Once again, I was being chased, and this time, those men were much faster than the ones before—they seemed like elite Vampires.

With my wounded thigh and several of them close behind, it was obvious I wouldn’t get far.

The wind howled past my ears when suddenly, my nose caught the scent of decay and something ancient.

"Veer left, quickly, Celine! Or we shift!" Mía warned me, and I always trusted her