Tyler
The slamming of a door wakes me up. I open my eyes, and pain radiates through most of my body. I am lying on some sort of mat on a cold stone ground. The smell of mold permeates all around me as water drip from an unknown place. There is some faint light coming from somewhere. I try sitting up, but my body is on fire. ‘Castor?’ I call to my wolf, but he only whimpers.
“Get up, little wolfie,” A familiar male voice tells me. I roll onto my back and look up at Barabas. He pats my cheek, “I wish I could kill you, but Boss wants you alive.”
I open my mouth to speak, and only a whisper comes out, “What?”
Barabas laughs, “We slit your throat. You probably will never speak again. Not that I care. You murdered my wife.”
I narrow my eyes at him and remember the female vampire I killed a
