With perplexity and astoundment clouding his features, Cesarean rode back to Snow Creeks Village in a fast gait. Urging his agile stallion to keep moving faster and faster.
His mind maneuvered back to the unpleasant sight that ensued earlier that afternoon and he thought. How did that happen? Why and when?
He began to think about Rosalie. Where was she when the whole thing transpired? Because he was sure that she had not been there because he couldn't get even a slight whiff of her scent. Not even that of her blood.
But for sure, he knew potently well that those vile creatures were responsible for it. His kind.
He had known it right from when he took a step in.
This made him ponder about what might have led to such transpiration. Most importantly, where was she?
His mind began to go frantic just by the mere thought of Rosalie being chased and hunted by his vicious kind.
