Chapter 7 – A siren’s blood.

“I swear mother I don’t remember anything.” Dean’s youthful drowsy voice can be heard in echoes, a little 10-year boy made to shoulder the burden older than him.

“You killed the Crescent pack’s Luna that is what you did, how ruthless of you.” Penelope scolds, the little vampire who stood next to a lifeless body, “did the tittle make you feel so unstoppable enough to kill the Luna?”

“I didn’t, I didn’t do it, I swear.” Young Dean cries.

Penelope had called the guards to drag him to the dungeon, “make sure he is locked in tight; we have many guests, we don’t want this ruthless animal to kill any more of our guest.” Penelope chimes with a smirk on her face.

“Your majesty?” Holden shouted for the second time, he ran to Dean’s room as soon as he heard screams and groans.

With the third call Dean had woken from his nightmare, his body drenched with sweat with both his pants and shirt drizzling droplets of his sweat and gasping with every breath.

“Get me some water.” He tells Holden in