-Christian POV-
‘Are you done?’ I ask.
‘Let me be.’
I chuckle. Cyprian finishes prancing around in the mud and we walk for another minute. We arrive at the creek near our packhouse and we drink from it.
‘I like stormy days.’ Cyprian says.
‘You mean the mud-’ I abruptly stop when we catch a strange scent.
‘Cyprian... what is that?’ I ask.
‘A rogue?... but... smells different.’ He says tilting his head sideways.
‘It’s hard to make out because of the rain but now I can hear something is coming this way.’ He says.
The minute he says that a small wolf runs past the creek opposite from us and behind it, we catch a glimpse of three men running after the wolf, their scent hits me.
‘Vampires!’
We run in the same direction but we are still on the opposite side. We know there i
