ALLISON.
But just when I thought that we would be doomed tonight, the white car who has been tailing them earlier pulled over. Four more of Wesley’s men poured out. Now, there was seven of us. The odds were looking better.
The vampire ringleader didn’t look impressed. He let out a humorless laugh while gazing to our lot.
“Oh, come on, bringing a couple of spare men to fight us? How predictable. I guess the Morgans aren’t s**t, after all,” he mocked.
As he stepped closer, I could see him clearly now. He stood tall and lean, his long, bleach-blonde hair cascading over his shoulders. His face was sharp, with a chiseled jaw and a devious grin that was dripping with pure wickedness.
“You’ll be shitting on your grave once I’m done with you,” Wesley growled.
The ringleader shook his head. H
