Fergus
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The boy's face was pale as he contemplated taking Fergus's hands. Fergus wished he could teat through his face and show him that he wasn't the type that people could keep hanging.
After a long moment, the boy finally took Fergus's hand. A predatory smile stretched across Fergus's face. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it? You're making the right choice, little one."
He could practically taste the boy's fear on his tongue. But it wasn't the same fear he'd sensed earlier. This fear wasn't directed at him, but rather at the unknown fate awaiting the boy's brother. He could feel the boy's fear of losing his brother and that fear…
… that fear, Fergus reveled in.
They walked out of the building and onto the desolate streets. The wolves were cowards; Fergus thought. Just one attack and they were all already cowering in the four walls of their houses.
Bitches.
And that was why they— the vampires would win.
