~Zirah~
Yet there is something eerie about this man, wisdom beyond the age he looks. He had an uncanny resemblance to his brothers Malachi and Theron, yet he seems calmer, more level headed. His eyes track me as I move toward him, like a cat hunting a mouse, his movements graceful, otherworldly.
"They're right, you know?" the vampire man states casually. He tosses a billiard ball back onto the broken table.
"You forgave Regan," he continues.
"I marked him. That doesn't mean I forgive him," I tell him and Regan drops his head. James shrugs, stepping closer until he stands before me. I glance at my wolves, yet they don't seem fazed by this man's presence.
"Same thing. Yet what if I told you one of them had already earned a place beside you? Maybe both have, yet I know for sure one never
