Chapter Fifty

Mazelina

“He’s close.” I tell Samara, but before she can answer, we see the new addition to the room. A table, not like the pretty dais Samara’s body is currently laying on, except this one has straps. “We aren’t going to make it. I can’t shift.”

“I’m sorry, Mazelina. All of this is my fault.” Samara cries.

“We will not cry, Sam. We will be strong till the end.”

I feel a little bit stronger and decide I’m not going down without a fight. I struggle out of both of the Vampire’s arms.

Vamp One’s head slams against the stone wall with a loud crack, his face frozen in a permanent grimace. Vamp Two tackles me to the ground.

“She’s going to shift!” he screams out. Another pair of arms hold me as they pick me up. Geri grins at me, his fangs out, ready to bite me.

“Do it. I’m sure your brother would love you to bite me.” I sneer.

“Be careful what you wish for, little wolf.” His grip loosens, and I knee him in the balls. His breath whooshes in my face, but he doesn’t let me go, “Dirty trick.