The world blurred around her as Anastasia raced through the night—her golden-red glow streaking like a comet across the dark skies of Sanguival. The wind howled behind her, trees bent away from her path, and the ground cracked faintly beneath her feet. Nothing alive could have matched her speed—not even the swiftest vampire or the strongest werewolf. She moved three times faster than light itself.
Her heart burned with one thought alone: save them.
Within seconds, she had crossed the border of Sanguival and entered the sleeping vampire kingdom, cloaked in night and dread. She came to a stop atop a high cliff overlooking the capital city. The sky above was cloudless, the moon pale and distant. Her breath was steady, her eyes glowing with quiet fire.
She closed her eyes.
The world around
