~RYLAN
My throat was on fire.
My eyes burned as they watered and my skin felt as if it was crawling up on itself. The worst part was that I could not breathe.
There was no oxygen and the harder I tried to breathe, the more my throat burned.
I knew this sensation. I knew it too well. There was only one thing that could cause my brothers and I, along with Monica to suffer in this way. Something that was an enemy of werewolves.
Wolfbane.
The beasts within me stirred in anger. Whoever threw this at us must have put it in a very exaggerated concentration, knowing fully well that they were coming at us.
But why?
That was when I heard Nyra gasp in shock. I looked in her direction only to see crimson eyes glaring at her.
A vampire!
It was at this point that it all made sense. Before Nyra
