Sebastian
We left, I, Sigurd and the rounded warriors, on our heels and headed for Castleburg. I could abandon the vampires and leave them to their fates. But two reasons had forced my hands—Astrid’s father and the undeniable fact that Høtenhiem and Eldskjold would later turn their faces to Yormsborg once they were through with Castleburg.
The wind lashed against my fur, but nothing could drown out the rising scent of blood in the air. With every mile closer to Castleburg, the more intense it grew—iron, rot, smoke. Death loomed in the air.
I prayed to the Gods that I wasn't too late. The time spent satisfying our mate would have gotten us here earlier, but we did not regret any moment of it. Rather, we yearned to get back into her bosom. It was there we belonged.
The sounds of growl
