THEO CLOSED HIS EYES AS HE felt the breeze of the world of the human race. The city never slept, but tonight he felt like it was watching—watching his movements. Above the skyline, the full moon loomed unnaturally bright, casting pale light over the glass towers and the alleyways below. It didn’t care about curfews or human laws.
On the rooftop perched between two high-rise buildings, he stood alone, wearing a black cloak, dancing in the breeze, and his eyes glowing faintly red. His fist clenched tightly. He could feel the burn in his throat, the ache of his fangs, and the way the blood called him.
Theo growled and licked his lips.
Below the building, he could hear the people talking and their laughter.
He licked his lips as a smirk formed on it.
The synthetic bags in the basement
