The wind tore at Rillian’s eyes as she stalked her prey through Brookline. She knew she only had until the unsuspecting teenager exited the alley and she was running at full speed to make sure that didn’t happen. It was Rillian’s turn to provide food for the young ones tonight. If she went home empty-handed, the nest would be unbearable, and tonight was the Summer Solstice. That would mean fifteen hours locked up in a dark room with hungry vampires who’d not yet learned to control...
Published on January 28, 2016 22:00