BOOK TWO: THE VAMPIRE WAR
The day of the battle
Something called to Luke, playing with the fringes of his mind, teasing him with answers to questions he'd never dared to speak out loud. But he needed those answers desperately. He needed them to help make sense of everything he'd felt over the last few months, and they were worth everything, even Greg's wrath.
Luke ran away from the group, ignoring Greg's shout. He followed the call as it pulled him further down the passage. It turned, narrowed, and then opened to a full room. The moment Luke entered, he was forced to duck, missing a punch aimed at his head.
"You weren't who I was hoping for." Zachariah smirked, his brown eyes gleaming. "But you'll do."
Luke rushed him. He landed a punch to Zachariah's face and another to his gut
