Elijah
I had perfected the art of being invisible.
It wasn’t difficult when everyone already wanted me to disappear.
I stood in the darkest corner of the communal hall, watching the party unfold around me.
Werewolves laughed.
They danced.
They hugged one another and shouted across the room.
They looked happy.
I watched from a distance.
That was where I belonged now.
The outside.
Ever since I’d been turned, people had looked at me differently.
Before, I had been a werewolf.
A son.
A member of a pack.
Someone with a future.
Then everything had been ripped away from me.
Now I was a vampire.
And apparently, that single word was enough to turn me into a monster in everyone’s eyes.
It didn’t matter that I hadn’t chosen this.
It didn’t matter that I’d been a victim.
It didn’t
