I looked into his eyes. It wasn’t the challenge to vampires that it was to werewolves. It was a sign of trust, especially with the high council.
Suddenly, I was in a dank room strapped to a table. A dark figure came in and picked up a knife. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but watch as the knife sliced into my body and started flaying my skin.
The pain of it ripped through my body. The shadowy figure was working quickly and diligently. Vampires don’t faint. We don’t lose consciousness until the sun takes us to rest. Aside from a very powerful potion, there was nothing to give me the release of unconsciousness.
Once my abdomen was open, the butcher started removing pieces. There was a giggle of sadistic glee. Master Marius stood behind the butcher and watched as
