Everything was screaming. The noise of breaking glass and the roar of bikes filled the house. Alaric grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the middle of the big hall. He was holding me so tight it was going to leave a mark. Silas and Killian were moving so fast it didn't look real. They didn't look scared; they looked ready.
"The doors are gone!" Killian shouted.
Just then, the big front doors flew off their hinges. A group of men in dirty clothes ran inside. But they didn't look like the bikers I had seen before. Their skin was a grey color, their eyes were red, and they moved in a shaky, hungry way.
"Elena! Over here!" a voice called out.
I looked toward the broken door and felt my heart stop. Standing behind the attackers was Marcus. My ex-boyfriend. The guy I thought was safe and b
