Sigrid's Search

Havermouth, Present Time

Sigrid stood on the roof of the drycleaners across from the main base of the Van Helsings, the wind pulling at her hair and the long skirt of her dress. Samuel crouched at her side and they both watched as the Van Helsing crawled out of the door, trailing one leg, and leaving a snail trail of blood behind him, before clawing his way down the stairs.

Inside, gunshot rang out, and the automatic door slid open again, releasing a woman in a filthy pants suit and bare feet. She looked both ways along the road, before heading towards the centre of town, stepping over the bleeding Van Helsing without looking at him.

“Your maker’s mate went that way,” Samuel straightened slowly to his full height.

“Yes,” Sigrid nodded.

A man in a hospital gown had been pursuing her, but Sigrid was confident that Morgana would have matters under control. She had freed herself from the Van Helsings after all, and she was Thaelen’s mate – she would need to be as tough as armour and as sh