"Leaving so soon? The blood of the moon would make a delightful feast."
"Also... you're carrying Fenrir's child, aren't you? Is that the Moonchild we've been searching for all this time...?"
As tension thickened, Freya's thoughts raced.
The leader of the vampire group, appearing in human form, stepped forward, addressing Freya with an air of calmness.
Vampire Leader: "Miss Blood of the Moon, you are pregnant. Come with us peacefully."
Freya's mind raced. Vampires, she thought. Clearly not Donovan's, as she had taken the wrong path, heading toward the waterfall instead of the border.
Freya took a cautious step back, her thoughts churning. She should have headed for the border, not the waterfall.
Freya, murmured to herself. "Don't come any closer."
"Miss Freya," another vampire, now in the form of a bat, addressed her.
