Skender's visions turned almost black from rage. He tore apart the shades yet the blood spilled was not enough to lighten his vision. They had intended to hurt his mate. To take away from him a person he cared for again. He would not allow it! He would shred every last one of them to pieces. He would bring an end to their race and then he would feast on their flesh and blood. Ughh…he growled with rage. More blood! More death! Who sent them? It was the only thing he could think about.
Constantine.
That man was dead! He had broken his part of the deal to keep the shades away. He would die. Skender would drain him of blood excruciatingly slow and he would make sure to enjoy it.
Wait! Where they already dead?
