Shades of Werewolf by T. S. Ryder

Author:T. S. Ryder [Ryder, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-13T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven - Angelus

"They should be here by now."

Angelus paced back and forth on the porch leading to his palace. At any other time, he would have admired the polished granite, the tile mosaic of the sun rising up the steps, the statues that held the balcony over his head. Now, in the dark of the night with no sign of his lover or the Vampires that he had ordered to bring her back, it all seemed too much. Unimportant, as if his designs for the palace had somehow distracted him from Rosa.

Beside him, Lucilia held her cell phone to her ear again, chewing her lower lip. Her small, delicate fang had torn open the lip, and Angelus cupped her face in his hand, brushing his thumb against the drop of black blood that appeared. Lucilia winced and stopped chewing.

"None of them are answering."

A lone car pulled through the gates. Angelus tensed further. There should have been at least half a dozen vehicles in the convoy. He was taking no chances with Rosa's safety. The threats had only increased in the past months since she had chosen to live elsewhere.

When the car came to a stop, only one Vampire got out. He moved with languid motions, strolling to open the truck. The scent of death hit Angelus' nose. Rage overwhelmed him. The thought of Rosa injured or worse drove him out his mind. He charged forward, his vision turning red. He heard a shout from Lucilia but ignored her.

He was on the Vampire in a second. The smell of death was stronger, and Angelus pounded his fist into the Vampire's face and chest. His knuckles cracked and a loud screech filled the air. The Vampire he attacked never had a chance to fight back. It was only because Rosa's living scent clung to the creature that he survived the onslaught.

Angelus growled, grasping the Vampire by the collar. "Where is she?"

The Vampire was barely conscious, but his eyes managed to focus on the King's own. "Our lady Freya will rise again."

Freya? What did she have to do with any of this? Angelus stepped back, his chest heaving as he panted. Morgan was beside him now, dragging the traitor to his feet. The Vampire began laughing. Angelus resisted the urge to throttle him.

"Take him to a cell and bring Freya to me," Angelus said, dragging a hand through his hair. "I swear, if my Rosa is not returned to me unharmed, Freya will lose her head."

The traitor stopped laughing abruptly. "She was not a part—"

"Get him out of here," Angelus snarled. Another second and he might just kill the traitor.

He remained where he was, hands clenched, eyes closed as he sucked in deep breaths. Bloodlust was simmering just below the surface of his emotions. If he wasn't careful, he would lose total control and go on a killing spree. Everyone he even suspected to be a part of the conspiracy would die, whether they were guilty or not.

Isn't it this very violent

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