Chapter Eighteen
Valian’s forehead wrinkled as he watched the surveillance video from the convenience store near Irvington. It was already the seventh reported killing yet he’s still got no clue on who to really deal with. These random and savage attacks were being a pain in his ass, so as his stubborn little brother. He’d left Severuz after killing almost twenty of Valian’s men when he found out that Christel was already long gone, and now Crane, with a team of vampires were still out there looking for him.
He had to admit that he was happy when he saw how Yvann’s wolf reacted with his human blood bag, but when his brother refused to stop feeding on her, he knew he’d be in trouble. A mate’s scent was the most fragrant smell for a lycan. Without the verbane on Christel’s blood, Yvann mig
