Killian's POV
We were close. We passed over a trail of dead bodies, wolves and vampires,
Isla walked ahead, holding her blood dripping dagger like she could stab, her breathing steady but sharp, like someone forcing calm into herself.
Liam and I followed, the stench of blood near enough to choke.
When we reached the clearing, I caught the faint rustle of movement. Isla raised her hand, a silent warning and crouched behind a fallen log. From there, the view opened.
Ten vampires stood in a rough circle. At the center of them, Scott was on his knees, his body trembling.
His skin burned with deep, angry veins, the vervain I’d used on him was tearing through his system like poison, they refused to heal probably because of the wolf bite.
Elijah knelt beside him, his voice raw, beggin
