The Vampire hybrid and Werewolf had spent days scouring the area for some sign of the Crescent marked wolf but so far they had found nothing, they continued to march side by side, ignoring each other, their animosity growing.
Bunking down in a small secluded area surrounded by trees and thick bushes, a fire crackling between them, the carcass of a rabbit that Rowan had caught, slowly cooking over the flames, the smell of the roasting meat making their mouth water.
‘What did you mean?’ Rowan suddenly asked, startling the brooding Prince who had been absent mindedly digging into the ground with a small stick he had found laying on the ground nearby.
‘About what?’ the Vampire asked sullenly.
‘About it not being that great being the son of a King’ Rowan elaborated in a bored tone.
‘What d
