Miguel
When I was angry and hungry, the only thing I craved was blood. And right now, as different levels of anger warred within me, I could only see red—
“That bastard, Flynn Hitchcock—” I muttered through gritted teeth, not breaking stride since the hunt for vampires started. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t just stop my mind from wandering towards the moment, he turned to look at me when Master Creighton mentioned something about “Hybrids”.
How dare he stare at me?
How long was he going to taunt me with the fact that he had the power to end my life and that of my family?
Just how long was this supposed to keep going?
Sucking deep breaths wasn’t enough to calm the storm raging inside of me—the destructive one that threatened to ruin everything in sight. I needed something t
