Luna (Lycan Series: #2)

Red

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Draver scowled as the feeling of deja-vu set in. "Fucking hell, Castor. Seriously? I don't even know why we bother with giving you tasks- you can't even do one job right!"

"Nevermind that," I followed Castor as we moved up the cabins until we reached the wings of the plane where Stark laid motionless, his skin pale and transluscent.

I frowned, sitting down next to him. I pulled his head in my lap. "He looks like he's suffering from anemia..."

Jazz dragged a hand down his face. "Iris, diagnosis please."

She pushed forward and kneeled down next to Stark. I took note that the other Lycans had stayed away from him. Iris's hands glowed a soft purple as she hovered them above his torso, as if scanning him.

"Malnutrition, but it's not normal for us Lycans. He's severely lacking iron." she frowned. "I can't heal him."

"Castor, what did you do?" Lorena hissed, slapping his shoulder.

"I just nicked myself and then he looked like he was going to faint."

Alric cupped his jaw. "Maybe it has to do with his affinity for blood."

"If that was the case then I'd be able to heal him." Iris insisted. "This isn't right. Something is wrong with him."

"Obviously." I muttered, pushing back the short blond strands that clung to his damp forehead.

Iris paused, then reached for his eyes, pulling up the lid. In a matter of seconds her skin become just as pale as Stark's. She flinched back and stood up.

"What is it?" Jazz demanded.

Iris kept murmuring to herself- something about the impossibilities. I took a chance and glanced at Stark's eyes after pulling his eyelids back. A lump formed in my parched throat.

"His eyes. They're red." I whispered.

Iris slammed her fist against one of the seats. "Just like a vampire's."

Everyone sucked in a breath, the plane airtight with tension.

Lorena released a slow shudder. "If he's a vampire, then we have to isolate him."

Alric nodded, pain in his eyes. "Castor and I will hold onto him."

"Are you sure that he's a vampire?" my voice was barely audible.

"There's only one way to find out." Draver swallowed before crouching down. His nail shifted into that of a wolf's claws. Very gently, he ran the claw down Stark's forearm.

My stomach twisted when the blood that raised to the surface was a lilac.

"Oh no." my chest felt tight. "He can't be a vampire."

"He's a hybrid. Just like Mikhail." We all looked back at the sound of Kendra's voice. "I'm surprised he's lasted this long. My sister and Erebus must've turned him into a vampire while they placed the curse to wipe his memories."

I found it hard to breathe. "It's my fault. He killed a girl and was going to drink her blood, back when he kidnapped me. I emptied all the pints of her blood that he collected."

"It also explains how uncomfortable he gets when we speak of Erebus like he's the scum beneath our shoes." Castor's brows furrowed.

How did I not realize any of this?