Chapter 4-Hunted or be Hunted
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Cloaked in shadow and whisper-thin wards, Lucas Graves leaned against the side of an abandoned bookshop across the street. He watched the building that Elena had entered hours earlier, his eyes glimmering with strange light.
He sensed her.
Her blood, not just her presence.
It was strong and annoying, pulsing like a beacon. For her, he had been searching for it for years. The new thread of energy next to it, however, now piqued his interest more.
The boy.
In order to calm the anger that was building beneath his skin, Lucas lit a thin cigarette with a silver tip and took a deep drag. Klaus.
A name he had just discovered. A child whose existence validated everything, but whom he had not anticipated.
The blood did its job.
He felt a chill that was simultaneously awe-inspiring and insane.
He whispered to the night, "I should've known." "You handed him over to Damon."
Like poison, his voice twisted around the name. Damon Blackwood. The wolf who had previously destroyed everything. The competitor who won Elena's mother over. And her daughter's now?
After flicking out his cigarette, Lucas produced a black notebook with gold engravings on it. Its pages contain moon cycle diagrams, sigils, and runes. The final page was brand-new. A rough drawing of Klaus's face.
He was determined not to repeat the same error.
A hooded-faced scout with long, shadowy limbs slithered out of a veil behind him. "Ward perimeter verified." Should we violate?
Lucas didn't turn around. "Not just yet." Old magic is used as wards. The smell of Damon clings. He'll come get them. Permit him.
"Then?"
Lucas grinned. After that, we take what is rightfully ours. Her blood and the boy.
Down the alley came a shriek. The sky was illuminated by a witch-fire flare.
Lucas stepped into the shadows, his cloak swirling like smoke.
"Soon, Elena." "We’ll finish what our parents started."
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