I stared at the darkened glass that had cracks all over it, or more specifically at out reflection on the darkened glass. Brad’s fangs and red eyes remained on display. I had never detected anything strange from him before. The either times we had met, he was nothing more than a regular human being I had come across.
The power I felt coursing through my veins was something I couldn’t quite explain. Such magnanimity that the thought of being the vampire self that had been crushed under Aelienus’s felt like a joke to my new existence. Though that was the strength that was gifted to me, enough to fight half of the human world, and any non-vampire creature, well, I hadn’t quite had any experience with a hand-to-hand combat with a werewolf. Was this even possible? To feel this way?
The vision
