~Luke’s Point of View~
“So am I supposed to win or not,” I whine, annoyed with Godfrey. He sure talks a lot for someone who doesn’t actually say much. Doesn’t help that he’s the last person I want in my face right now.
“The first few fighters you’re going to crush but leave alive,” he says, annoyed. He’s probably repeated himself a few times but I shake it off. My entire being is literally buzzing and it’s not from the already half drunk and rowdy crowd surrounding me. I’ve drank more human blood in the last few hours than I’ve probably had in weeks combined. And it's been directly from the source, no bagged bullshit. But that’s not going to matter to the vampire side of my brain in a fight. When the frenzy most certainly comes.
If I’m under attack and blood is in the air, I’m going to
