A Plea For Help II

So, cruel, stupid Jackson was already happening to them all? This was what Raul had wanted, but hearing the information now, he wished he hadn’t wished for things to go south—not with the haggard look on Sarah’s face.

The woman and her husband were looking like mad people that had just escaped from the asylum. Raul had never seen them before, but he knew that this present appearance was far from the couple’s description on a normal day.

Sarah’s hair was no longer the golden brown it was supposed to be—Raul could tell this accurate hair color from the root of the hair—no, it was now muddy brown as if she had pushed herself into muddy waters. He couldn’t help but wonder where they had followed. The canal, the warrior had led them past. A sewage canal?

He exchanged glances with his people in the room. Jacob was livid, so were the ancients-quite expected as they lived to hunt down vampires, which were their archenemy. Jeremy, however, had a blank look on the face.

If Raul hadn’t known