Chapter 38

Chapter 2:

Lucas’s P.O.V:

As soon as the sunrays hit the sky, Damien had teleported us back to his castle where a bunch of vampires were already sweeping blood off the floor.

I blinked back the dark spots in my vision a few times to clear my sight and fought back the bile rising up my throat. Why the fuck did teleportation feel like shit? But I shook it off as best as I could. I couldn’t be found disoriented inside enemy lands.

We seemed to be on the outskirts of some kind of a garden that, to be honest, looked really beautiful. The lawns were all manicured and trimmed, not like the wild of the forest where nature could grow at its own pace and it did agitate my wolf a bit, but it’s not like I’m going to be living here forever. Trim and proper were for vampires; wolves preferred untamed nature.