MEDINA POV
*Vultures - Neoni*
I stopped counting bodies when it stopped mattering.
One vampire fell, then another, then another, and the rhythm settled into something brutal and familiar. Grab, break, tear, move. I didn’t savor it. I didn’t rush it either. I just did what needed doing, the way you do things when you’ve already accepted you’re not walking away clean.
My heart hadn’t beaten in decades. Not the way it used to. Not the way Ethan’s did, loud and warm and stupidly alive. Gods had a sick sense of humor, pairing me with him. Silas’ gamma. The pack’s golden boy. A man who smiled like the world hadn’t already shown him its teeth.
I killed another vampire and shoved his body aside with my boot.
He’d been young. Recently turned. Still clinging to scraps of humanity like it might
