WITCHES OF WOLF CREEK: TRUTH

Epilogue: Dorin

They arrive at the exact time, but I remain hidden behind the foliage. I can’t wait to see who the big, famous Cooper Bretton is. Or at least, who he was… Rumour has it that he made decisions that earned him the distrust of his family. I smile at that thought. There you have it, one hell of a chief...

Cristian approaches and whispers in my ear:

"Who are these women with them?"

I don’t answer. I do not need to. The leader of the North Carolina vampire clan knows I have no idea. But they smell good… If we weren’t here for talks, I would gladly bite into one of them. At this thought, I bite my lower lip. My canines pierce it. Blood flows into my mouth. It excites me. Suddenly, Bretton isn’t my main curiosity anymore. The smell reaches me. I want to smell it more closely.

"Let’s go," Cristian says, motioning for my four acolytes to follow him.

I nodded, eager to comply, for once.

Our steps are light. Vampire faculty. Far from those hulking dogs that you can hear approaching from miles away. The three facing me do not impress me. But these girls… These girls! Wolves? No… Or maybe one of them…

The smell becomes more powerful. I hide the intense emotion that transcends me behind a placid face. My fists clench.

Which? Which one excites me so?

This question is circling in my mind. Then I see her. She. Her head is raised, expressing a dignity which, I confess, is indifferent to me. Her smell…

Cristian and Cooper start discussions that I know are useless. But I don’t listen to anything. No, nothing. Because the look of this woman strikes me. If my heart was still beating, it would race at the sight of this vision.

Her two friends tighten around her, noting my interest, which I find harder and harder to conceal. My canines pop up on my lips again. A sneer reaches my pale face, my tattooed arms crossing over my chest. I raise my head in defiance but don’t take my eyes off her.

I want her.

A melody resounds under my skull with peroxidized hair.

Soon my fangs will sink into her neck.

Say goodbye to your friends, little bird.

Your relationship with the wolves will soon be over.

I smiled inwardly, my glacier-coloured eyes fixed on her horrified pupils.

I can’t let you escape me.

So come, let me welcome you...

… My little bird.

END

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