"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" I seethed.

Harper's mouth fell open. "Did he just say what I think he said?"

I blew out a huff of air through my nose in aggravation. "Yep."

All I saw was the word the dog mouthed, but in the end, that's all I needed to see to make it seem like the end of my world.

The word that made my life SO complicated from that point on was...







'Mate'


{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}~{•}


Maria lives in House Crimson as one of the highest-ranking vampires of her house. The second, to be precise. It's not because she's fought in countless wars, or lived so many hundreds of years, or can make people bend to her will with a threatening glare. She hasn't/doesdon't do any of those things. She's only 17.

Her rank might have something to do with her bad@ss nature and undeniable knack for leadership, but who's to say for sure?

Nevertheless, she's only second to the master and mistress themselves, who also happens to be her aunt and uncle.

Yeah... not great leaders, those two. They're cowards who abandon their house after the first signs of an invasion. Disgraceful.

Now, Maria is left to try and fix things on her own with the werewolf invaders. But of course, there will be. . . complications along the way.

Big Bad Wolfie 

I followed the trail of our scents back. I can tell they tried to cover it, but they didn't do a very good job. Any hybrid would have been able to find us with ease if any had wanted to, so I guess that's a good sign that none did.

Which would probably mean Rose and Brandon didn't survive either.

But I can't afford to think like that.

I refuse to lose four family members in one sh*t show.

I shook my head. No. Enough of that.

I focused on the pain in my abdomen and watching myself put one foot in front of the other to distract myself from my thoughts.

My skin starts prickling, and I know I've reached my destination before I even look up.

Once I do, I see the once tall, strong and terrifying building reduced to a different kind of terrifying rubble.

My eyes watered at the sight of it.

Chapter 64)Marco Polo