I feel a loss.A simple loss.It’s not huge, and I can certainly fight it.It surprises me more than bothers me.
I feel the bond to my people.
To my father.
And no matter what I do—whether it’s fight against the brotherhood and for the lycans or anything else—that will never change.
I am vampire.
I always have been—even when I didn’t know it—and I always will be.
Being Rogan’s mate doesn’t change it.Fighting against my own kind won’t change it.
Nothing will.
And for the first time in my life, I accept myself.I accept my vampire half.
I am vampire.
Sure, I’m half human, but the vampire half controls me—the blood lust, the heightened senses, the strength and the ability to move quickly.
The human part of me has been swallowed up by the vampire half.
I’ve been fighting against it for so long, and now that I must accept it?
It’s not so bad after all.
Except for the fact that I’m fighting against my people.Though I have no love for or loyalty to my father, that’s only a small part of the big picture.
I am vampire.
And I should be fighting with the vampires.
I won’t leave Rogan.He was right about there being no choice, but perhaps I don’t have to fight.
Perhaps—
“It’s time, princess,” he says, handing me a pistol.“It’s time.”
I nod, take the pistol, and stuff it in the back of the waistband of my black leather jeans.
I dressed while Rogan was on the phone with Dominic.I found the clothes in his closet, all in my size and all leather with some chainmail.
I’ll be well protected against the demons’ flaming arrows, and the vest I’m wearing is bullet proof.
But nothing can protect me from what I fear most.
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Rogan takes my hand, meets my gaze.His green irises are mixed with gold.He’s beautiful.
And deadly.
My wolf is deadly.
“Are you ready?”
I resist the urge to gulp.“I am.”