As each day passed, Sirah felt that the Hunt had lost its meaning. It felt completely useless for her. She occasionally spent her days roaming in the forest and she knew she had to do something. So Sirah decided that she would end this, once and for all.
Dried leaves crunched under her feet as she walked with her thoughts wandering.
'How?' She thought.
Courage was her weakness. She didn't have the courage to stop her father, how was she going to stop the Warlocks?
Sirah's thoughts motioned to a stop when she heard a shrilling scream fill the air around the deep forest.
The scream echoed as she clutched her knife, running to where it was coming from. Strangely, it felt familiar to her as she ran further into the forest.
Too familiar.
The screams got louder as Sirah neared. She saw a hooded figure. Dark hair peering out of its cloak.
Carlyle. Sirah immediately recognized.
Carlyle had her hands raised in front of her victim. A girl. Her head bowed down as she wailed in pain. The sounds of pain striking with such familiarity for Sirah and suddenly every transit around her stopped.
The voice which had made her jump when the Hunt had started, the voice which calmed her during the Proficiency.
The same voice which declared their bond.
Mikaela.
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Hybrid: The Mark
VampireH Y B R I D : T H E M A R K After the call of commination by the warlocks, the town of Mayvarch divided its clans to hunt the threat down. Sirah lives in a world where everything is unstable, dangerous and takes more than a sacrifice to quiet it...
