His eyes narrowed, his voice icy as he warned, âDonât try anything clever.
I have little patience, and Iâm ready to torture you.
â
Yet, the man remained unshaken.
âTorture? Ha,â he scoffed with a cold smirk.
Despite his handcuffs and being securely restrained by the patrol team, his arrogant demeanor was undiminished.
He seemed to view himself as a noble prince looking down on us as mere peasants, proclaiming haughtily, âYouâre just lowly werewolves, unworthy of Laying a hand on me! Be smart and release me, or youâll regret it!â
Even as a murderer in custody, he maintained an air of superiority, startling even Carlos, who was no stranger to dealing with difficult individuals.
This only fueled his anger further.
âWho are you calling lowly?â Carlos retorted, his temper flaring as he balled his fists, poised to strike again.
âWait.
â I interjected quickly, reaching out to restrain Carlos.
I wasnât worried about any retaliation.
Instead, memories were flooding my mind.
Noticing my hesitation, Carlos looked confused and questioned, âCaleb, this guy deserves a beating, why are you stopping me?â
I answered calmly, âHold on a second.
I need to get a good look at him.
â
I then moved closer to the man and studied his face intently.
That was when it all made sense.
I realized why this man seemed so odd.
He was a vampire, a creature from ancient lore.
As a kid, I was always drawn to the unusual and often perused old books.
I remembered reading about vampires in one of those books.
The book described vampires as beings that thrived on fresh blood, couldnât stand sunlight, or they would burn up and turn to dust.
Because they avoided sunlight, vampires were notably pale with fine features.
Their most notable trait was a set of fangs meant for drawing blood.
And this man fit the description from those old texts almost perfectly.
But I was puzzled.
Werenât vampires supposed to be like dinosaurs, existing only in stories?
How could they be real?
Calebâs POV:
Was it related to the rift?
A strong sense of crisis bubbled up in my heart as I recalled Debraâs earlier speculations.
Could Galeâs final words really come true, just as Debra had feared?