Chapter 60: Grudge
“Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness” —Sylvia Plath.
I keep rocking his body, singing a broken lullaby through my drying throat, drowning in my own sorrow. As I do, I briefly register Father explaining what had happened to me.
“The werewolves took us by surprised. Some panicked, but we fought them off, of course. Thankfully, Theo was there to help out as well,” he starts off.
“The werewolves were strong, very fast and crafty. It took us some time to defeat them, but it was a work in process. Vampires from other covens helped out, too. Or at least, that was what we thought.” Father exhales loudly. “That was when Wesker came and attacked Thomas’ son out of nowhere.”
“Some of us tried to help him, but most were too busy trying to defend ourselves from
