Cain gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, his fingers curling into his palm as the roar of that voice rolled across the forest like thunder.
Who the hell is it that disturbed the only way for me to kill some bugs?
He screamed inside, frustration burning through him so fiercely that for a moment it drowned out even the boiling red aura that had covered the trees.
Both he and Elder Noir turned toward the source of the shout.
Through the towering trunks, between branches that still glowed faintly red from Noir's earlier rage, a woman stepped forward as if the forest itself parted to make way for her. She did not rush. She did not look hurried. She walked as though she had every right to command the ground beneath her feet.
Her long black hair flowed behind her like silk dipped in moonlight, thick and heavy, reaching past her waist. Her skin held the pale, flawless sheen common to high-blood vampires, but there was warmth to it, not the sickly pallor of lesser clans.
