The night was still and heavy, the sky pitch black despite it being early evening. The moon barely peeked through the clouds, casting faint silver streaks along the path they walked. The forest surrounding them was alive—crickets chirping, the rustle of unseen creatures moving in the undergrowth.
Yet, despite the beauty of it, Arabella couldn't shake the unease curling in her stomach.
They were hunting.
Vampires hunting.
Not for humans, thank god, but for animals.
Apparently, animal blood wasn't as satisfying, but it could sustain them when needed. It was a more "civilized" way to feed, or at least, that's what Selene had said.
Not that it made her feel any better.
Because the only ones coming on this hunt were Aamon, Damian, Selene, Thaddeus, Isaac, and Gabriel.
And if that lineup
