Chapter 64

Camilo's Point of View

They followed us from the first checkpoint. Some walked. Others rode on their devilish motorbikes. There were a lot more of them than there had been so many years ago. A precaution, no doubt, after we had murdered the last Sin King. This time around, our luck wouldn't be with us.

Not when they carried those horrid fucking anti-werewolf guns of theirs. The bullets were specially designed to penetrate the flesh and dig in deep. Twist into the flesh like an old-school orange juicer. The more our bodies tried to heal, the larger the wound grew. It led to us bleeding out before we could reach a doctor.

At least I knew the new King wasn't too stupid. He could be reasoned with to a degree. Not that I wanted to reason with anyone at the moment. I wanted blood. Taste their flesh in my mouth. Rip and tear and break. Because they had targeted the only soft point in my life.

Things with Farren were tense. But we would have made it out okay. Or so I prayed to the goddess.