[ BOOK THREE ]
Ryan Mikaelson has spent his entire life hearing stories about his family and their past. The infamous Original family. The villains of the supernatural world. His world. But now, it's his turn to make his own mark.
Now a student at...
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Boy Who Still Has a Lot of Good to Do
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SO MUCH for sleep.
Ryan would have liked to get more than one night of peaceful rest a week. Being waken up for some kind of monster attack began to get on his last nerve. And with the night he just had, Ryan did not think less sleep would help his already foul mood.
"I don't know why my locator spell didn't work," Hope exclaimed, storming through the forest that surrounded the school.
Ryan held a flashlight in hand, scanning the area as he walked alongside her. "There's only so many reasons why it wouldn't. They've either been cloaked, or..."
"Or they're dead. I'm aware," Hope cut him off.
Ryan was jarred awake by Hope almost a half an hour earlier. She rambled on that Rafael did not sign-in to the transitional cells that night for the full moon. No one had seen him, Landon, or MG since the day before. They seemingly vanished without a trace.
So Ryan, Hope, and Alaric set out to search the grounds for any sign of them. They had to find them before something bad happened. If Rafael and MG were together, there was a high possibility of a toxic altercation between opposing species. And if a werewolf bit a vampire, the latter would end up dead. Always. Unless they had the cure, which happened to be Hope or Ryan's blood.
"What would possess them to leave campus?" Alaric questioned as he shifted the beam of light through the trees. "Why would they be so irresponsible?"
"They wouldn't. Something must have happened," Hope said.
Ryan's slippers crunched over the fallen leaves, shining his flashlight toward the base of trees and the bottom of the wall that surrounded the school grounds. The bright beam raked across the area until Ryan stopped. Rafael appeared in the light, sitting on the ground and curled up against the brick barrier.
"Hope, it's Raf!" Ryan called out and rushed over to the fallen werewolf's side.
The Waithe boy hugged his knees and shook from head to toe. His clothes were ripped and covered in all sorts of filth.
"Raf? Raf!" Hope shouted, dropping down beside her brother. "Hey, are you okay?"
Rafael moaned and lifted his head from where he rested against the wall. "MG – Landon," he muttered between breaths.
