Emma was surrounded by two rogues. She looked to her left and then right. Magnus and Lazarus weren't there whereas Olya was lying unconscious. There was blood on her arms and head and it trickled down on the snow making it crimson. The fire had reduced to embers. The last log caved in and sent a flurry of fiery plumes in the air.
The two rogues were shifters. They hissed as they came near her from the shadows beneath the trees. So these weren't rabbits. Her heart thundered in her chest as she saw their elongated fangs and claws. All of a sudden, another rogue jumped in between them. A vampire. He sniffed the air and then sharply turned his head to look at Olya.
"I think you are here for me," Emma spat.
The vampire turned his head. His maniac gaze settled over her and he licked his lips. "That's right. We have come for you," he said in a gravelly voice. "You are wanted by someone very important."
