KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The night is cold in the forest, the biting air seems to amplify the smell of blood emanating from the captured vampires.
My anger pulses with the same intensity as the pale glow of the moon above.
My eyes fix on the prisoner before me, the bastard keeps a defiant expression, chin raised, even with his face already full of marks from my blows.
Ignoring the growing pain in my fists, I land another punch with force.
I need answers, and he will talk, even if it’s the last thing he does.
These bloodsuckers are plotting something against humans and against the city — my city — and I won't rest until I know every detail of these plans. No matter how hard I need to push.
Suddenly, the sound of a cellphone ringtone cuts through the silence.
The irritating sound tries to di
